by War
At that time, the feckless Mussolini was in trouble in Greece, and Hitler wanted to pacify the Balkans before our assault on Russia. That we might invade Greece to clean things up was apparent. Anticipating this, Winston Churchill halted the march of his victorious African forces, yanked out four of their strongest divisions, and shipped them to Greece! His old Balkan mania, which. had led to his Gallipoli disgrace in World War I, was cropping out again. in both wars Churchill was haunted by the absurd fantasy that the polyglot squabblers of the Balkan peninsula, that patchwork of small countries formed of the debris of the Ottoman Empire, could be induced to unite and "rise up against Germany." This time his folly cost England a disastrous defeat in Greece and Crete the "little Dunkirk,"and herchanceto secure North Africa as well. By the time the defeated divisions returned to Libya, their equipment battered, their plan gone, Rommel was entrenched, and the Desert War was on. It would take two years of hard fighting and the whole gigantic Anglo-American invasion to retrieve Churchill's idiocy, and win for England what she had in hand before he threw it away.
TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: NO great man fails to make mistakes.
Churchill's shift of forces from Africa to Greece was mistimed.
Churchill doesn't admit this, in his unabashedly self-serving though fine six-volume history called The Second World War One has to read a few other books, including works like Rcon's, to get a clearer idea of what really went on. - V.H.
Desert Warfare
The North African desert war oscillated for a year and a half between two port bases fourteen hundred miles apart: Tripoli in Libya, Alexandria in Egypt. A game of hare and hounds went on Turn and turn about. First the Afrika Korps, then the British, stretched their supply lines to attack, ran low, and withdrew to base. Supply so far governed this war that Rommel wrote, "Any desert campaign was won or lost by the Quartermaster Corps before a shot was fired" In Erwin Rommel's masterly desert tactics, the ruling concept was the open southern flank. On the north lay the Meditorranean. To the south lay the sahara void. Conventional rules of. land war melted before the oceanlike open flank. It'was Rommel's flank moves that won victory after victory, as he kept varying his tricks to bedazzle his stolid foe.
But a desert army's range, like a fleet's, is dictated by the amount of fuel, food, and water it can carry along, with the reserve needed to double back to base. The dashing Rommel was somewhat neglectful of this limitation; fortunately his -good staff kept it in mind. it was something Adolf Hitler could never understand. His mentality was that of a World War I foot soldier.
In Europe adequate supply lines were taken for granted, and our troops could live off fruitful invaded lands like France and the Ukraine. The picture of armored columns proceeding through vast sterile flat voids was beyond Hitler. He saw the newsreels regularly at Headquarters, but they made no dent in his obtuseness.
I was present on two occasions when Rommel flew to the Fuhrer's HQ in East Prussia to plead for more supplies. Goering was there once.
The bored uncomprehending glaze in the eyes of the two politicians must have sickened Rommel. Hitler's response each time was the same: airy-fairy chatting of this great field general as a "pessimist," voluble promises to improve supplies, warm assurances that Rommel would "pull it off no matter what," and a new medal.
Goring reacted only once, when Rommel was describing the power of the new American Tomahawk fighter-bomber that the British were using.
At this pinch of his Luftwaffe toes he smirked, "Nonsense, the Americans are good at making only refrigerators and razor blades."
Rommel retorted, "Reichsmarschall, the Afrika Korps will appreciate a large issue of such razor blades."
But Rommel's fearless talk to the bigwigs came to nothing. To save Mussolinis face, the African theatre was maintained as an Italian command; and the Italians broke promises of more supplies as fast as Mussolini made them.
Tobruk: Poisoned Fruit
Rommel's great storming of Tobruk in June 1942 marked the high tide for us. Coming when Sevastopol was falling to Manstein and our U-boat sinkings were spiking upward, the fall of Tobruk shook the world. The British retreated all the way to the El Alamein line in Egypt, only eighty miles from Alexandria.
The Tobruk booty was lavish-gasoline, food, tanks, guns, ammunition, in quantities known only to the enemy, never to us.
The worn and spent Afrika Korps, like a starving lion that has caught and devoured a gazelle, came back to roaring life.
Rommel demanded freedom to drive for decisive victory. Hitler gave him the green light. On to Suez; maybe to the Persian Gulf!
Those were heady days in the map room. In my mind's eye the pallid puffy-faced Fuhrer still leans on the table map of North Africa with stiff arms, his favorite Posture, wearing the very thick reading glasses the public never saw, lifting a pudgy white hand to sweep it with a slight tremor from Tobruk across Suez' Palestine, and Iraq to the mouth of the Euphrates. Unfortunately, the Fuhrer tended to fight his wars with just such visionary arm sweeps. Logistics bored him. He either dismissed these gritty supply realities, or terrorized with screaming fits generals who pressed him too hard about such mundane details. Since his fearsome willpower did sometimes work wonders, he had become accustomed to demanding the impossible.
This time he really demanded the impossible of Rommel, for he used the fall of Tobruk as an excuse to cancel "Operation Herkules," the capture of Malta. The small but strong fortress island base lay athwart Rommel's supply line, a hundred miles off Sicily. Mussolini yearned to capture it. But Hitler, his mind on the eastern front, had hemmed and hawed for a year, and now he dropped the plan. This was a radical error. Malta's interdiction was ceaseless, and each tanker, each ammunition ship, that was sunk weakened Rommel. Hitler believed that Luftwaffe bombardment would neutralize Malta, but the British patched their airstrips, flew in more aircraft, slipped in more submarines, fought through un convoys, and kept the garrison supplied.
Tobruk convinced Hitler and Mussolini that the superman, Rommel, could manufacture victories out of thin air, and that his complaints about supply were prima donna tantrums. Pressure for supplying him relaxed. The Tobruk cache melted away as he drove up to El Alamein, and made an assault late in August which barely failed. And still supplies did not come. His own reputation was strangling him.
The British Buildup
On the British side, the fall of Tobruk had the opposite effect.
Churchill was in Washington at the time, and Roosevelt asked how he could help. Never bashful, Churchill at once demanded three hundred Sherman tanks, the U.S. Army's brand-new weapon. Over the army's grumbling, Roosevelt granted this request; added another hundred Grant tanks, and a lot of new antitank guns and other materiel.
At highest priority a big convoy sailed off for Egypt via the Cape of Good Hope. When this convoy unloaded in September, the munitions and supplies it delivered alone outweighed everything the Afrika Korps had on hand to fight the Battle of El Alamein. Meanwhile, the British had been heavily rearming Montgomery too, via the Mediterranean.
Moreover, Persia's refineries and the military reserves in Palestine were there to draw on.
In fact it was now no contest. Rommel has been much criticized for not declining battle and withdrawing from El Alamein, for the British buildup was becoming monstrous.
TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: Roon here gives a table showing British advantages of five to one or better at El Alamein in tanks, planes, and troops. Dubious, but the figures in British accounts are lopsided enough. - V.H.
But Rommel could not leave. So poor were his logistics, so badly had the Supreme Command failed him, so costly was the interdiction from Malta. that the Afrika Korps virtually lacked the gasoline to pull across Libya. Rommel had to stand and fight, using up in battle what fuel he had. Beyond El Alamein lay Alexandria, a richer supply dump than Tobruk; beyond that, Suez still beckoned. He had beaten the British often- He had their measure. One more fight, one more victory, and all might yet be welll El Alamein
was a long-prepared British fall-back position, well fortified and mined. The front stretched some forty miles from the coast to the Qattara Depression, where steep cliffs dropped to a vast bog of salt marsh and quicksand, two hundred feet below sea level. It was perfect for the World War I mentalities in charge of England's forces, and unsuited to Rommel's desert tactics.
He too sowed stupendous mine fields nine miles deep all along the front, mainly with captured British mines. He fortified the high ground, husbanded the fuel and ammunition, begged and pleaded and raged for more supplies, and waited for the enemy to attack. But his opponent, Bernard Montgomery, was in no hurry. Montgomery combined a flair for flamboyant and belligerent rhetoric with extreme caution in planning and fighting.
Eisenhower once called him a good "set-piece commander.
Montgomery wanted his set piece against Rommel to be a sure thing.
Erwin Rommel was not a well man, and his health gave way.
He flew back to Germany on sick leave. When the battle began he was still in the hospital, and the Anglo-American armada was already on the high seas, bound for French North Africa.
El Alamein Erupts
Montgomery attacked on the October full moon. One thousand massed artillery pieces laid down a Verdun-like barrage; waves of infantry then crossed the mine fields to seize advanced positions; sappers cleared mimi yard by yard in narrow corridors; and behind them came crawling the tanks. It was heavy, unimaginative, slogging warfare, orthodox as a Sandhurst field exercise. Montgdinery had the weight of men, shells, and metal, and was not trying tricks. Our troops and some superior Italian divisions, well dug in all along- the line, stoutly resisted. By daylight the attack was bogged down in the mine fields, facing rings of heavy antitank guns.
Hitler ordered the Desert Fox from his sickbed to fly to El Alamein and resume command. The unequal battle raged for a week.
Throwing in men and machines with World Wair I abandon, Montgomery failed to break through. Rommel fought back brilliantly, switching his dwindling handful of tanks here and there, virtually counting his shells and gasoline jerrycans before each counterattack.
In London, Churchill was impatiently waiting for the breakthrough.
He wanted to order the victory bells rung throughout England, for the first time in the war; just as Mussolini had flown over to Libya in July-entourage, white horse, and all-for his grand entry into Alexandria. But as the days dragged on, the bell-ringing had to be put off. In plain fact, the Afrika Korps had Montgomery stopped. Concern in Alexandria and in London grew that the engagement might have to be broken off, a desert stalemate very much like the Western Front in 1916.
But the attrition became too much for Rommel. His tank force was shrinking away. His shells were almost gone. He had no air support; and the R.A.F pounded him at will. Having no tanks left to consume gasoline, he could now use what fuel remained to truck his forces back to Libya. This he decided to do, but he made the terrible mistake of telegraphing Hitler for permission to withdraw. The answer of course shot back, Hold fast at all costs, no retreat; the troops must write a glorious new page in German history, and so forth and so on.
This delayed the loyal Rommel's escape by a full forty-eight hours, and forced him to abandon his Italian infantry division in order to save the Afrika Korps. Two days earlier he might have extricated the lot, but now he had to put first things first and preserve his striking arm. Montgomery was slow in pursuit, and the Desert Fox made good his retreat to Libya and to Tunis.
Such in truth was the vaunted "Hinge of Fate" Battle of El Alamein.
By October 1942, the Afrika Korps was already all but done for, due to the criminal failures of supply. After the most formidable preparations, Montgomery placed the pistol of the Eighth Army at the prostrate Rommel's temple, pulled the trigger-and missed. The Desert Fox sprang up and escaped. That is essentially what happened.
That the needed supplies could always have been sent in a flood-troops, tanks, fuel, aircraft, antitank guns-was amply proved, too late, once the Anglo-Americans landed. stung in their sensitive political nerves, Hitler and Mussolini rushed whole armies to Tunis by air and sea, gradually building up to almost three hundred thousand men. Such reinforcements to Rommel in Julywould have carried German armstothe Persian oil fields and to India. Slipping away from his dawdling pursuers, Rommel crossed the continent in a great fighting retreat, took command of the Tunis pocket, and made a shambles of the Allies' Mediterranean timetable. But the dream of Suez and beyond was over.
Torch: Summary
The Anglo-American North African campaign was a poor show even before Rommel entered the picture. The key was the Bizerte-Tunis port area at the Sicilian Narrows, scarcely one hundred miles from Europe.
The British wanted to land near there and dash for the objective.
But the American army, facing its first battle test, feared venturing so far inside Gibraltar Strait What about German air power, the inexperienced Yank generals asked; what about possible intervention by Spain, which could cut off the expedition's supply lines? They wanted a cautious landing in the rough Atlantic surf at Casablanca, on the outer bulge of Africa, connected to the key terrain only by a single rickety railroad line. The final compromise plan retained the Casablanca landing, with beachheads inside Gibraltar much too far from the main objective. Axis reinforcements crossed the Mediterranean by sea and air and seized Tunisia first.
Yet winning the race for Tunis was but a snare into which the two dictators blundered. With all of Fortress Europe to defend, we could not in the long run triumph in North Africa against the rich and untouched American industrial system. Our armies in Tunis were foredoomed to become as big a prisoner bag as the Sixth Army at Stalingrad. Even Rommel's generalship could'not avert this, though he did wreck the Allies' plan for a quick win.
North Africa was our most useless defeat, under our best general; another disaster of the Fuhrerprinzip in war.
Triumph of Roosevelt
Roosevelt got out of the Torch landing just what he wanted: a victory" to pep up his home front, a battleground where his raw recruits and bright-buttoned generals could make their first mistakes (they made many) at a light price, and a plausible second front to placate the Russians. Marshall was right in predicting that the sideshow would lengthen the war by at least a year, but meantime the politician Roosevelt reaped his profits.
The easy Torch success froze Spain in her neutrality, kept Turkey quiet, and ensured the early fall of Mussolini.
All this Roosevelt accomplished in French North Africa at a cost of about twenty thousand Americans killed or captured, and less than half as many British casualties. When one adds that in four years of war that brought the U.S.A. de facto world hegemony, America lost in all theatres less than three hundred thousand men in battle deaths-about equal to the force we lost at Stalingrad-while the Russians sacrificed something like eleven million soldiers, and we lost perhaps four million, one must call Franklin Roosevelt's overall war strategy a work of malevolent genius.
Churchill never did ring his bells. Rommel had pommelled the Eighth Army too badly before retreating. Moreover, with Torch about to go with green American troops, Churchill may have feared a debacle there. In any case, he thought better of it, and even in defeat, Rommel silenced the church bells of England.
TRANSLATOR'S NOTE. In view of I?oon's exalted estimate of General Rommel, one sentence from Rommel's Memoirs may be in order here: "The battle which began at El Alamein on the 23rd October, 1942, turned the tide of war in Africa against us and, in fact, probably represented the turning point of the whole vast struggle." In this matter Rommel evidently shared Churchill's "myopia.
Rommel is an important and controversial figure in any discussion of military ethics. He was implicated in the generals' plot on Hitler's life in 1944. Most of the generals remained slavishly loyal to Hitler, and the Fuhrer sent two to these to finish off RommeL They offered him the choice of a public trial for treason, or a quiet death by poison (w
ith a cover story of a heart attack) and a "hero's funeral," with safety guaranteed to his family. He took the poison, and they delivered him dead to a hospital Hitler duly proclaimed a day of national mourning for the great Desert Fox.
Rommel had fought for Hilter to the last. -When he was murdered, he was already a broken man, done in by illness and a bad automobile accident He knew about the extermination camps. He considered the Fuhrer incompetent to command. He bemoaned the waste of life and property in continuing a lost war. He hated the whole Nazi gang that was sacrificing what was left of Germany to prolong their clutch on power. Yet he went on fighting until he was incapacitated; and then he took the poison that the Fuhrer sent him by the hands of his fellow generals.
Rommel's career is some sort of object lesson for military men in the difficult borderline between steadfast loyalty and criminal Stupidity.
As for Roon's assertion that "Americans cannot take battle losses," I have heard that a -little too often from Europeans. A Russian general once told Eisenhower that his way of clearing a mine field was to march a coup/e of brigades through it. We Americans fight differently, when we can.