The Military Philosophers - Anthony Powell [46]
‘It’s quite a crowd,’ he said.
‘What are the actual figures?’ asked the sailor.
‘Been put as high as nine or ten thousand,’ said the airman.
He was a solid-looking middle-aged man with a lot of decorations, who had not spoken until then.
‘How would that compare with our own pre-war army establishment?’ asked the sailor. ‘Let me see, about …’
‘Say every third officer,’ said the soldier. ‘Quite a crowd, as I remarked. Say every third officer in our pre-war army.’
‘But it’s not pre-war,’ said Tompsitt. ‘It’s war.’
‘That’s the point,’ said Widmerpool. ‘It’s war. Just because these deaths are very upsetting to the Poles themselves – naturally enough, harrowing, tragic, there isn’t a word for it, I don’t want to underrate that for a moment – but just because of that, it’s no reason to undermine the fabric of our alliances against the Axis. Quarrels among the Allies themselves are not going to defeat the enemy.’
‘Even so, you can’t exactly blame them for making enquiries through the International Red Cross,’ the soldier insisted.
He began to move towards the door.
‘But I do blame them,’ said Tompsitt. ‘I blame them a great deal. Their people did not act at all circumspectly. The Russians were bound to behave as they did under the circumstances.’
‘Certainly hard to see what explanation they could give, if they did do it,’ said the airman. ‘ “Look here, old boy, we’ve shot these fellows of yours by accident” … Of course, it may turn out the Germans did it after all. They’re perfectly capable of it.’
Everyone agreed that fact was undeniable.
‘There’s quite a chance the Germans did,’ said the curate-schoolmaster hopefully.
‘In any case,’ said Widmerpool, ‘whatever materializes, even if it does transpire – which I sincerely trust it will not – that the Russians behaved in such a very regrettable manner, how can this country possibly raise official objection, in the interests of a few thousand Polish exiles, who, however worthy their cause, cannot properly handle their diplomatic relations, even with fellow Slavs? It must be confessed also that the Poles themselves are in a position to offer only a very modest contribution, when it comes to the question of manpower. How, as I say, can we approach our second most powerful Ally about something which, if a fact, cannot be put right, and is almost certainly, from what one knows of them, the consequence of administrative inadequacy, rather than wilful indifference to human life and the dictates of compassion? What we have to do is not to waste time and energy in considering the relative injustices war brings in its train, but to make sure we are going to win it.’
By this time the Belgian file had been found and handed over to me. The others, having settled to their own satisfaction the issues of the Russo-Polish difference, were now talking of luncheon. Tompsitt had begun telling the curate-schoolmaster about some scandal in diplomatic circles when he had been en poste in Caracas.
‘Going through the park, Michael?’ Widmerpool asked the sailor. ‘We might set off together if you can be seen walking with a Pongo.’
The sailor had an appointment in the other direction. I wondered whether in the access of self-abasement that seemed to have overcome him, Widmerpool would make a similar suggestion to the airman, referring to himself as a ‘brown job’. However, he required instead my own company. Tompsitt came to the climax of the anecdote which made his colleague suck in his thin lips appreciatively.
‘Of course he’s a Vichy man now,’ said Tompsitt.
‘Do French diplomats have mistresses?’
‘The Italians are worse,’ said Tompsitt pontifically.
‘Now then, you two, keep off the girls,’ said Widmerpool gaily. ‘Come on, Nicholas.’
‘I’ve got to take these papers back.’
‘You can cut through the Horse Guards.’
We ascended to ground level and set off through St James’s Park. The water had been drained from the lake to decrease identification from the air, leaving large dejected basins of clay-like soil. There were no ducks.
‘Rather ridiculous the way those