Sink the Bismarck!

C. S. Forester

• Publisher: Rare Treasure Editions
• Year: 2022
• ISBN:
  9781773238401
• Topic: History
• Subtopic: Military & Maritime History
• Index: History

In 1941, Hitler's deadly Bismarck, the fastest battleship afloat, broke out into the Atlantic. Its mission: to cut the lifeline of British shipping and win the war with one mighty blow. How the Royal Navy tried to meet this threat and its desperate attempt to bring the giant Bismarck to bay is the story C. S. Forester tells with mounting excitement and suspense!

First published in 1959

This edition published by Rare Treasures

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SINK THE BISMARCK!

Originally published as The Last Nine Days of the Bismarck

This is as it may have happened. The speeches are composed by the writer, who has no knowledge that those words were used; but the writer has no doubt that similar speeches were made.

Except in a few places where the truth is not known or where the records are not open to the public, the actual course of events has been recounted; although many of the characters here represented had no actual existence, they at least had their counterparts.

This is a story of the most desperate chances, of the loftiest patriotism and of the highest professional skills, of a gamble for the dominion of the world in which human lives were the stakes on the green gaming table of the ocean. There was a pursuit without precedent in the history of navies; there were battles fought in which the defeated gained as much glory as the victors, and in which the most unpredictable bad luck was counterbalanced by miraculous good fortune. For six days that pursuit lasted, days of unrelenting storm, of tossing gray seas and lowering clouds, without a single gleam of sunshine to lighten the setting of the background of tragedy. Those actors in the tragedy who played their parts at sea did so to the unceasing accompaniment of shrieking wind, leaping waves, flying spray, and bitter cold.

And all this took place against a background of events of vital importance in the history of the world, when England stood alone, almost ringed-in by enemies of unbelievable power and malignity. She was friendless and yet unafraid, guarded and vigilant, although the world’s newspapers were pouring from the presses with headlines telling of disasters yesterday and predicting new disasters tomorrow.

BRITAIN’S LAST ALLY CONQUERED, GREECE OVERRUN, said one headline. ATTACK LAUNCHED ON CRETE, said another. JUGOSLAVIA OVERWHELMED…. BRITISH IN FULL RETREAT IN NORTH AFRICA…. ROMMEL ADVANCES…. WILL HITLER MOVE INTO SPAIN NEXT?…GERMAN SUBMARINES CLAIM HIGH SUCCESSES IN ATLANTIC…. SCHARNHORST AND GNEISENAU AWAITING THEIR MOMENT IN BREST…. BLITZ AGAIN ROCKS ENGLAND….And each succeeding map that the daily papers carried showed how the black stain of Nazi conquest was spreading over frontier after frontier.

Now, at this moment, when Britain’s resources and will to survive were being strained to the utmost, preparations were being made to strike another blow against her lifelines. The battleship Bismarck was making ready in Gdynia harbor to proceed to sea after a prolonged period of training and working up in the Baltic. The largest, the most dangerous, the most modern ship of war yet launched…she was completing her stores, cramming herself as full as her storerooms and her shellrooms and her bunkers would hold. There were meat for her refrigerators and flour and vegetables for her food lockers; oil for her bunkers, fresh water for her tanks, and, above all, shells for her magazines. A fussy little steam train brought up a long train of trucks alongside the ship, each laden with the monstrous fifteen-inch shells, three quarters of a ton each, deadly even in appearance, for the ship’s crane to lift and swing into the air, down, down, down, through deck after deck, into the shellrooms far below waterline.

While this was going on a new contingent came marching along the wharf to reinforce—or at least to augment—the ship’s company. It was a detachment of young naval officers, very young indeed, hardly more than boys. They were newly promoted cadets—proud of their new status and of their new uniforms—swinging briskly and proudly in formation to the gangway leading down from the ship’s side; the band, which had preceded them so far, halted at the foot and continued to play as the young men turned with military precision to march up the gangway; as they reached the quarterdeck, the senior officer saluted the officer of the watch and reported the arrival of his party on board. A word of command brought them into formation facing the bridge at the moment when the work on the dockside was completed.

The officer on the dock supervising the loading of the ammunition shouted, “Last one!”

“Last one,” echoed the officer on the deck, waving one finger in reply to the finger waved to him. The last fifteen-inch shell, grim and ugly, swung up in the crane to make its descent into the shellroom. The busy gangs of workers on the dockside melted away; the band, still playing, marched off towards the gate, its music dying away slowly. Only the sailors standing by the lines remained, apparently. Admiral Lutjens, brisk, efficient, and active, came out of his sea cabin and made his way to the loud-speaker on the bridge.

“Gentlemen!” he began his speech, as the young officers stiffened to attention to hear him, listening enthralled. The words he uttered were carried throughout the ship by the public-address system. He welcomed the young officers aboard, and he explained to them that they had been expressly detailed by the highest authority to make this voyage, so that on their return they would disseminate through the Navy the details of the triumphs they had witnessed. They were in the newest and most powerful battleship afloat, and they were going to experience high adventure. There was no ship in the British Navy that could face them in single combat; there was no large ship that could escape them. Four months of harsh training in the Baltic had made the Bismarck the most efficient ship in the world. Did British convoys cover the Atlantic? Bismarck could make short work of convoys and escorts, with the aid of the Prinz Eugen, accompanying them on this voyage of honor. The Queen Elizabeth and the Queen Mary, the pride of Britain, were crossing the Atlantic over and over again without escort, relying on their speed. Bismarck was faster than they. What would the world say when the news came of the sinking of the Queen Mary with ten thousand troops on board? One or two blows like that, and England would not dare to send a merchant ship to sea. For as long as Bismarck could maintain herself in the Atlantic, England’s commerce would be disrupted; and the British people, shattered and shaken already by the blitz, would starve. He had already ranged the whole length of the Atlantic in command of the battle cruisers Scharnhorst and Gneisenau, and had sunk a quarter of a million tons of British shipping. A quarter of a million tons…. Now they could set themselves a target of two million tons, dealing a blow from which England could never recover.…

Down on the dockside one ...