Olson also illustrates the many ways in which the import of
Britain was unfortunate because the British seemingly seized every opportunity
to be pigheaded, careless, and incompetence, and above all arrogant. I was
struck more than once by the ways in which the Great Victoria and her descendants
managed to wreak havoc across the world, resulting in the deaths of tens
(hundreds, perhaps?) of millions and creating the quagmires from which the world
still has not extracted itself. Ghastly, just ghastly, as a Brit might say.
Of course, the British were not the only ones who could be stubborn,
shortsighted, and arrogant. FDR could play at the game, too, as Olson showcases
most aptly in describing his attitude toward Poland and Czechoslovakia: “…he
also felt that the United States, the Soviet Union, and Britain had the right
to dictate to the less powerful states, not only during the war but afterwards
as well.” It's should come as no surprise, then, that Warsaw's final act in the war was tragic, while that of Paris was jubilant.
At regular intervals, I was angry, rather than inspired,
which is perhaps Olson’s masterstroke. (Olson, too, can be assumed to harbor a
bit of anger; passages such as “the amateurism of SOE was, more often than not,
as inept, careless, and downright stupid…” or “cannon fodder for British Intelligence,
that’s all we were” are not infrequent.) While some might argue that such a
focus detracts from what the British did accomplish, I think it’s worth
remembering that the heroics have all been bought and sold by the dozen, but
the mistakes and miscalculations are less known, and offer the greater lessons.
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