Showing posts with label Navy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Navy. Show all posts

Wednesday, 4 October 2023

Gordon Brown's aircraft carriers - looking sillier than ever

'Silly' is too light a term for Brown's costly pork-barrel folly.  He lumbered us with two ocean-going white elephants that wouldn't last 10 minutes against the Chinese.   ('Prince of Wales' !  What cynic came up with that? - as we've joked before.)

That prediction of fragility in combat might have been conjecture until very recently, albeit fairly universally endorsed.  But now ... well, now we've seen Ukraine defeat Russia's much vaunted Black Sea Fleet with little more than naval drones, aerial drones and some helpful, accurate intelligence from its friends.  Quite literally, that fleet is no longer a combatant: reduced to ignominious retreat to more distant ports.  Maybe - just maybe - US Carrier Groups have so much air-defensive firepower that they stand a chance of defending the mighty jewel at the centre of the protective ring.  But maybe not even them.  And certainly not the RN.  Asymmetric warfare at its apogee.  Like the advent of the torpedo, before destroyers were invented.  Think what anti-capital-ship effort even Iran could mount these days, let alone China.

Did I say a costly folly?  The expenditure alone - past and ongoing - on the UK's aircraft carriers is bad enough.  But the way that the very possession of the carriers drags UK defence policy into deep and distant waters will probably be more costly still.

ND

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

Admiral Sandy Woodward: Blood and Admiralty

We have fed our sea for a thousand years
And she calls us, still unfed,
Though there's never a wave of all her waves
But marks our English dead:
We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest,
To the shark and the sheering gull.
If blood be the price of admiralty,
Lord God, we ha' paid in full !

"People will die, ships will be lost, that's the deal. Go to it."  We are unlikely to call on naval leadership like his again.  Lone Trident submarines on patrol; the odd salvo of cruise missiles when the USA asks for a bit of company on one of its adventures; mine-sweeping in the Gulf; shooting up pirates offshore Africa - no, not really fleet actions at all.

Then again, who could have foreseen the Falklands ?

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 And what shall we do when the cry goes up next time - The Hun is at the gate ! - eh, Cameron ?

Comfort, content, delight,
The ages' slow-bought gain
They shrivelled in a night ...

And who now is prescient to ensure ... a little State might ride secure / at sea from foes her sloth made bold  - eh, Hammond ?

The moneys that should feed us
You spend on your delight
How can you then have sailor-men
To aid you in your fight ?

ND