In the
history of warfare, there are a few universal constants—a historian once stated
that all of military technology could be categorized into hit, cut, throw, and
burn. Sharp sticks, rocks, and clubs
turn into swords, bombs, and guns. Follow
the evolutionary trail upward long enough and you get to cannons, and,
(eventually) missiles, but no matter how sophisticated the device, you are
still hitting, cutting, throwing, and burning.
Some
weapons disappear over time: I'm not
aware of any modern army still using the atl-atl, war clubs, or catapults. Other weapons make surprising returns: take,
for example, the British longbow.
During the
thirteenth and fourteenth centuries, archery became the passion of English
males. Both men and boys endlessly
practiced with the longbow—a yew bow roughly six feet long, with an incredible
pull weight of up to 140 pounds. To
develop the muscles required to use such a bow took years and years of hard
work, but a good archer could release a dozen arrows every minute, with a range
of 400 yards.
These bows
gave the English victories over the French during the Hundred Years' War, in
such battles as Agincourt and Crécy.
There is a tendency for every army to prepare to fight the next war
exactly like the last. (And history has
proven that if you are fighting the French, this will work for decades). But eventually, the French learned, used the
same system, and defeated the English.
Of course, it did take 100 years…
A very large piece of paper, would allow us to plot the French Military
Learning Curve.
During the
American Revolution, the Continental army was desperately short of
everything. Somehow, George Washington
had to raise an army, train it, equip it, find officers to lead it to victory
over the best army in the world...AND pay for it all. The colonies manufactured very few guns. To outfit a man with a flintlock musket,
powder, shot, and provisions, cost on average the equivalent of two weeks'
wages.
Benjamin
Franklin had a novel solution. While the
fledgling country could not make sufficient muskets, it could produce bows and
arrows in an almost unlimited number.
Franklin argued that compared to a musket, a bow and arrow fired faster,
was more lethal, and had a longer range than the Brown Bess Musket that the
British army was using. We will never
know how such an army would have fared against the British, because the French
decided to exact a little revenge for Agincourt and supplied America with
sufficient muskets, powder, and bullets to help the colonies gain
independence.
So the bow
is dead—tossed out as useless in modern warfare. Well, not quite yet!
John
Malcolm Thorpe Fleming Churchill—commonly called Mad Jack or Fighting Jack—was
not ready to let a few of those ancient weapons go. For years to come, historians will continue to argue whether Jack was a shrewd soldier or
simply stark raving mad.
Jack was
born in Ceylon and was educated first on the Isle of Man, and then at the Royal
Military Academy at Sandhurst.
Graduating in 1926, Jack served as a lieutenant in Burma for ten years,
where he passed the time practicing archery, playing the bagpipes, and racing
motorcycles. Growing bored of a
peacetime army, he resigned his commission and got work as an editor for a
Nairobi newspaper, as a male model, and
had small acting parts in several movies, in which he demonstrated his archery skills. (You can catch a glimpse of him in The Thief
of Bagdad and A Yank at Oxford.)
When Hitler
invaded Poland, Jack rejoined the army and served with the British
Expeditionary Force in France. When
France surrendered, the British forces at Dunkirk were surrounded by the German
army, making their eventual escape all but impossible. When a German patrol came close to his unit
stationed near the Pais-de-Calais, Churchill killed the sergeant leading the
patrol. His weapon?—the longbow he
carried! When he shot the sergeant in
the chest with a barbed arrow, he became last British soldier in history to
kill an enemy with a British longbow.
Back in
England, Churchill joined a new unit, the Commandos, primarily because it
sounded dangerous. Almost immediately,
he became known for his unusual fighting style.
On a raid in Norway, he left the landing craft on a motorcycle, his
longbow and bag pipes on his back, and a Scottish basket-hilted sword on his
hip. As he charged the enemy forces, he
was heard screaming his war cry, "COMMANDOOOO!"
The effect
on the enemy can only be imagined. The
legend of Mad Jack began growing immediately.
The sword
became something of a trademark for him.
In the photo to the right, you can see him in the bottom right, sword in
hand, leading troops ashore during a training exercise. According to Mad Jack, "Any officer who
goes into battle without his sword is improperly dressed."
In 1943,
Lieutenant-Colonel Churchill led a Commando raid on the coast of Sicily to
remove a Nazi observation post. It was a
dark night, so Mad Jack left most of his unit in safety and crawled forward to
scout out the enemy position. When he
finally returned, he had 42 German prisoners that he had captured at sword
point! When he was awarded the
Distinguished Service Order, he stated: “I
maintain that, as long as you tell a German loudly and clearly what to do, if
you are senior to him he will cry, ‘jawohl’ and get on with it enthusiastically
and efficiently,”
In 1943,
Mad Jack led a Commando raid into Yugoslavia where he was to link up with
partisans. Though he and six commandos
made their objectives, they were surrounded by Germans who methodically
surrounded the unit and began attacking them with hand grenades. When all of his men were either killed or
incapacitated, Mad Jack continued to play "Will Ye No Come Back
Again" on his pipes until he was rendered unconscious by a grenade.
Hitler had
a standing order to execute all captured Commandos, but either the Nazis
respected Mad Jack's bravery or they incorrectly believed he was related to
Winston Churchill.
Now, a
prisoner, he was taken to Berlin for questioning (you can imagine how well that
worked) and then he was transferred to Sachsenhausen concentration camp. This move was, in part, to prevent him from
engaging in any more arson attacks on German facilities. In September 1944, Churchill and a RAF pilot
crawled under the wire and through a drain, and then attempted to walk 125
miles to the Baltic coast. When they
were captured, the two were just a few miles from the coast.
In April
1945, he was taken to a camp in Tyrol where the prisoners were guarded by SS
troops. When a delegation of prisoners
told senior German Army officers they feared being executed by the SS officers
at the end of the war, the German Army forcibly took over the camp from the SS
and released the prisoners.
Churchill,
now 93 miles behind enemy lines, began making his way, traveling at night,
toward the Allied troops. Along the way,
he used water from puddles in the road to drink and to cook in a rusty can
the onions he liberated from farms in the occupied territory. He eventually made it to an American armored
unit outside Verona.
Churchill
was then sent to Burma, but by the time he arrived, the war was over. Furious, Mad Jack stated: "Damn those
Yanks! If they’d stayed out of it we could have been fighting for another ten
years."
After the
war, Churchill served in the Palestine conflicts, and was posted to instruct at
a training camp in Australia. There, he
became an avid surfer, who eventually designed his own boards. When he retired in 1959, he took up surfing
in England, being the first person to surf down the 5 foot tidal bore on the
River Severn. In his later years, he
could be seen sailing coal-fired boats on the Thames River.
Lt. Colonel
Jack Churchill, DSO and Bar, MC and Bar, died in 1996 at the age of 89. As far as anyone can tell, he was the last
individual to ever use either a basket-hilted sword or a British longbow in
combat.
But wait a
while. These kind of weapons have a way
of popping back up.
Great story, brother.
ReplyDeleteI'd read about Mad Jack before and have that picture of him wading ashore with what was described as a claymore by the site where I got it. Whether it's a claymore or not, he apparently scared the willy out of the Germans. I didn't know he lived until 1989. Would love to have met him. There's a movie in his life somewhere if some Hollywood writer gets smart. If they weren't too old, I'd suggest Mel Gibson or Sean Connery for the role. But Sean's quit making movies and Mel is busy making "Hacksaw Ridge" which promises to be one of my all time favorite movies. It's about Desmond Doss, the first conscientious objector ever to win the Congressional Medal of Honor. The morning that he did it, his captain held his men till Doss finished reading his Bible, Doss didn't have to go under terms of his enlistment, but the unit considered him their lucky charm (the guys tended to all come back alive when Doss was with them. The upshot was that Doss, a Seventh day Adventist, rescued 70 men under sweeping fire from several Japanese machine gun nests on the Sabbath.
ReplyDeleteSo Jack Churchill will have to be played by someone else. Dear God (and I'm praying here) let it not be George Clooney. The man runs like a well-fed duck and couldn't do an English or even Scots accent to save his life.
They'll probably get Bruce Jenner to play the German girl who helps him escape from the Gestapo....but that's Hollywood.
Mad Jack would have shot the producer in the butt with his longbow.
Tom King