Buku
Winds of change
I HAVE started to write this book on 4 August 1964, the fiftieth I anniversary of the outbreak of the First World War. This fearful conflict, to be followed within a single generation by a second, of even greater magnitude and duration, set in motion forces, in every part of the globe, which have led to the most far-reaching revolution in recorded history. We are still too near to these events to grasp their full implications. Yet, in these convulsions, the old world has perished and a new world has been born.rnrnFifty years ago, the great European nations still enjoyed the traditions or cherished the hopes of imperial power. For myself, I can just recall what was the zenith of our imperial fabric, and of the structure of which the Queen-Empress was the apex. It was the Jubilee of 1897. If my recollection of the Queen is dim, even although fortified by constant repetition in the nursery, I have a clear picture in my mind of the endless procession of troops, of all races, with an infinite variety of uniform, led by Captain Ames, the tallest officer in the British Army. In 1914 all these diverse forces were available, without question, to the support of British power and interests.
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