The death throes of Antwerp continue.
It dawns on the remaining men of the Royal Naval Division that they’ve been left behind. On their own initiative they attempt to quit Antwerp. All the trains are long gone, even the ones heading the wrong way. With no options left, they pick a direction that doesn’t seem to have too many Germans about it, and strike out.
They cross the Schelde in a number of small, civilian boats, nearly sinking themselves in the process, and then they march with all the strength they’ve got. Over the next couple of days they march into the Netherlands, where they are arrested and interned in Groningen for the rest of the war. Quite a few men escape, desperate for another crack at the Boche, and make their way back to Blighty.
The Eastern Front sputters back into life again. Another Austrian relief column approaches Przemysl, and the German advance guards in Poland discover that the Russians have retired all the way to the line of the River Vistula, about a day’s hard marching from Warsaw. In such a vast area of land, the fighting will never settle down as it’s about to on the Western Front. The eastern war will remain a war of manoeuvre.
Actions in Progress
The Daily Telegraph is republishing its archives from the war day-by-day. In today’s paper: horror that the German artillery is hitting nice-looking buildings, and extensive discussion of pensions for those widowed by the war. There’s a letter on page 10, and a leader on page 8 in response to it. Between them, on page 9, we find a rather odd headline. “The Bombardment of Antwerp” is accurate, but “General Kluck’s Right Wing Driven Back” is, erm, considerably less so. The tone of the stories about Antwerp has taken a turn for the pessimistic.