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The General
C. S. Forester
With an introduction by Max Hastings
William Collins
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First published in Great Britain by William Collins in 2014
Copyright © C. S. Forester 1936
Introduction © Max Hastings 2014
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‘The General’ and ‘Base Details’ copyright Siegfried Sassoon, reproduced by kind permission of the Estate of George Sassoon.
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Source ISBN: 9780007580057
Ebook Edition © 2014 ISBN: 9780008281410
Version: 2018-09-26
Contents
No warrior tribe in history has received such mockery and contempt from posterity as have been heaped upon Britain’s commanders of the First World War. They are deemed to have presided over unparalleled carnage with a callousness matched only by their incompetence. They are perceived as the high priests who dispatched a generation to death, their dreadful achievement memorialised for eternity by such bards as Siegfried Sassoon:
‘Good morning; good morning!’ the General said
When we met him last week on our way to the line.
Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of ’em dead,
And we’re cursing his staff for incompetent swine.
