Victoria's Cross

VICTORIA'S CROSS

BY THE SAME AUTHOR

South Africa: A Travel Guide

The Doughboys:

America and the Great War

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The Biography of Douglas Haig

First published in Great Britain in 2015 by Atlantic Books,
an imprint of Atlantic Books Ltd.

Copyright © Gary Mead, 2015

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Contents

Acknowledgements

List of illustrations

Preface

1   The Price of Courage

2   A Most Grand, Gratifying Day

3   Small Wars

4   Big War

5   Go Home and Sit Still

6   Bigger War

7   The Integrity of the System

Current Military Decorations

Select Bibliography

Notes

Index

Illustrations

Acknowledgements

Many people have helped steer this book safely into harbour after a long journey. I wish to thank the staff of the London Library; the National Archives; and the Royal Archives. I particularly thank James Nightingale of Atlantic, who edited it; Angus MacKinnon, formerly of Atlantic, who commissioned it and courageously defended it to his own superiors; Christopher Sinclair-Stevenson, my indefatigable agent and, if I may presume, friend; and finally my family.

Illustrations

Preface

I may be accused of animus toward the recipients of the Victoria Cross, to whom I have referred. To this I have only to say that they are one and all personally unknown to me, and that I believe they are as much deserving of the honour as a great many men who have not obtained it, while, on the other hand, it is an unquestionable fact that there are hundreds of officers who have not got the order, who are much more entitled to it than those who have it
.
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LIEUTENANT-GENERAL H. J. STANNUS

Hundreds of books have been published about the Victoria Cross, most a mélange of train-spotting and hero worship, compendiums of deeds of derring-do about one or other of the 1,357 (to date) VC holders.
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Others focus on particular battles, branches of the armed services, regiments, or the VCs of individual Commonwealth nations. There is also clearly an appetite for arcane minutiae regarding the Cross; but is it really any longer of significance – was it ever? – that the metal used to produce a VC comes from Russian, as opposed to Chinese, cannons captured in the Crimean War?
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To some extent all these books rely upon the official citations of individual VCs as published in the
London Gazette
. These citations are a splendid assortment of painstaking description and creative invention, some quite lengthy
and others very brief. All are carefully crafted, with a suitable veneer of authoritative objectivity, a smoothed-out uniform tone that adopts a lofty indifference to perhaps the most pertinent question: ‘Did it really happen like that?' A degree of scepticism is called for when reading these official accounts.

The military is well accustomed to this scepticism. In an effort to demarcate between someone who has done something remarkably brave and someone who ‘merely' fulfilled their duty, they have long had their own informal distinction between a ‘good' VC and a lesser one in order to winnow out the authentic hero. But what is an authentic hero? Is it someone who calculates the risks and nevertheless stifles their fears; or someone who is so angered that they lose all self-regard? Is it someone who merely does their duty? Or someone who did not act very courageously at all, but to whom granting a VC was a personal or political gesture? The annals of the Victoria Cross have a fair sprinkling of all three types.

There has always existed a written royal warrant, which sets out the terms on which VCs are to be awarded – the rules. But, in a very British fashion, rules are one thing, behaviour often quite different. In the nineteenth century the VC rules were regularly adjusted to accommodate recipients that some establishment figure believed should be recognized by the award of a VC, but who, strictly speaking, were ineligible. Equally important was the need for that figure to possess the clout to push home a revision to the warrant. Senior military officers pushed through some extremely dubious VCs, motivated by personal or political reasons. In the twentieth century this trend for ignoring the terms of the royal warrant, and implementing informal rules of eligibility, was carried even further and given more systematic force, not through a conspiracy but instead by that very British tendency, the following of custom-and-practice. This served to warp still further the definition of exceptional courage, bending it to serve a broad political
purpose: that of boosting national morale and encouraging others to emulate the selected act, while simultaneously tightening distribution of the VC significantly, and in ways that utterly diverged from what was laid down in the royal warrant. This book asks how it is that, over more than a century and a half, the VC has mutated from its no doubt flawed but remarkably open and democratic origins, to become the tightly controlled, rather secretive, and undemocratic honour it has become today.

The kind of behaviour that is necessary to gain a VC today is not so much courage as madness; how else to describe a situation where those put forward for a VC are required to have risked a 90 per cent chance of death? When it was first created, the VC went to (usually) brave men. Today it still goes to brave men, but men who are carefully scrutinized for how their story will be judged by the media, assessed to determine if they are the ‘right' character, and who are generally investigated far beyond their deeds in battle. Today, men are never chosen for a VC nomination by their fellows, even though they still have the right to do so. Women and civilians are also excluded, even though their eligibility is clearly stipulated in the most recent (1961) royal warrant. This book explores the anomalies, contradictions, injustices and absurdities that infuse the history of this deeply important symbol of British courage, national stoicism and patriotic pride. Ultimately, the distribution of the Victoria Cross is shaped by subjective decisions that intrude all along the route between the act of courage and the final pinning of the honour to a tunic. Courage possibly was never enough; it certainly is not today.

That the VC has deep symbolic meaning for British society cannot be doubted. Not only has the VC played a bit part in thousands of memoirs, novels, plays and poems, featured on postage stamps, in a nineteenth-century board game, in musical compositions, and even on railway engines.
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It is also, arguably, one of the two most instantly
associative icons in the British mind that is attached to war – this cheap little cross represents ultimate courage, as the poppy stands for ultimate sacrifice. The VC, as with the poppy, has thoroughly embedded itself in the psyche, not just of Britain but also that of Commonwealth nations.

To win a VC today is an astonishing rarity which, given we have just been engaged in a war of considerable ferocity lasting thirteen years, is remarkable. You need first of all to be ‘lucky' enough to find yourself in a situation where extreme courage is required, and prove yourself capable of demonstrating that degree of courage. Then you need to have the good fortune that your courageous act is noticed by a superior – even better, two superiors. After that, you must hope that your superiors are capable of writing up your brave deed in compelling prose – neither too simple nor too flowery, as the first will attract indifference and the second suspicion. It gets more difficult beyond that stage. You then need to be lucky enough that the write-up of your action gets passed upwards, and is not rejected by one or other higher officers through a chain of ever-more stringent oversight. If you are
exceptionally
lucky, your recommendation for a VC will reach the highest pinnacle, a special committee of very senior armed forces officers. They will then proceed to judge not just your action, your courage, your heroism, but also whether you are the right sort of person to be given a VC, whether the campaign in which you fought was significant enough, whether the quota of operational (battle) decorations justifies a VC in this case, and much else besides. Bravery – even exceptional bravery – is not enough.

Greater transparency is needed regarding the way that VCs are decided. In this day and age, when much is being made of the ‘Military Covenant',
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the ‘assertion of an unbreakable bond of identity between soldier, Army and nation', in which armed forces' personnel are being treated with a greater maturity, it is no longer acceptable that the
distribution of such a prestigious decoration – the foremost in the land – is arranged by a cabal of faceless uniformed men meeting in secret. A wholesale revision of the intricate system of military decorations and awards is also needed, drastically reducing their number simply because it attempts the impossible – the over-fine gradation of levels of courage. More VCs need to start being awarded, giving them where they are truly merited, and not restricting the numbers artificially, according to some pre-determined quota system that is poorly understood, even by the military. Distributing the VC according to rationing rather than purely on merit was not Queen Victoria's intention and was never done in Victoria's time. They were once freely given out to the brave; today they are as rare as rain in the Sahara, the supply artificially constricted by informal ‘rules' of recent invention and unsanctioned by royal warrant. This is an absurd situation for our highest national decoration. For it is a certainty that Britain's armed forces will, one day, again fight a war.