domingo, 27 de março de 2016

Henry Moseley

Trechos de H.G.J. Moseley: The Life And Letters Of An English Physicist (1974), de J.L. Heilbron.


In 1912, encouraged by a travel grant of £15,000, the British Association for the Advancement of Science agreed to hold its meeting for 1914 in Australia. After several changes of mind Harry [Moseley] decided that he was far enough ahead of that "horde of hungry Germans," his competitors, to spare the time to attend, and on June 12, 1914, he and Amabel, who went to see the scenery and some Australian cousins, sailed from Liverpool.

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[...] reading a paper at Sydney on "High Frequency Spectra" and in participating at Melbourne in an unusually well-attended session on the structure of the atom.

Rutherford opened the discussion by emphasizing the important corroboration of the nuclear model supplied by α scattering and van den Broek's hypothesis, securely anchored by Moseley's formulae.

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The quick mobilization of the Australians and their strong feeling for the mother country intensified Moseley's own sense of duty, and the unquestioning patriotism instilled by the public schools. He left the commonwealth - whose sons he would meet soon enough again - on August 29, on the first ship he could get after delivering his paper at Sydney.

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Moseley had then been on active military service for precisely three months. He had begun to train on his return voyage, "reading up a smattering from War Office manuals, and practicing flag wagging, Morse and semaphore while crossing the Pacific".

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Harry had decided to commission himself in the Royal Engineers. The Engineers preferred engineers, and declined. That of course did not discourage Harry at all. "[I am] trying to pull private strings," he wrote Margery on October 10, "but unfortunately find them working rather rustily at present, since nobody seems to know which is the right string to pull." [...] on October 17, Harry arrived at Aldershot.

After a month's "strenuous and interesting" training, in which he learned to signal by semaphore and ride without stirrups, Harry was transferred to an "incredibly gloomy" camp at Bulford on the Salisbury Plain. There he lived in the mud with "splendid fellows, very keen and well-educated," who were learning to set up military communications systems. He did not find the work altogether "amusing," however, and for a few weeks after Christmas he labored as hard to leave the Engineers as he had to enter them. The cause of his infidelity was his first airplane flight, which he made on a day miraculously free from rain. He immediately decided to transfer to the Royal Flying Corps. He then encountered an object even he could not budge: the inefficiency and indifference of the military bureaucracy. It took ten days for his application to proceed through the Engineers, the War Office and the "flying hierarchy to the people really concerned, who have written back through the same channel to enquire my weight. No doubt [he complained to Amabel] more enquiries will follow through the same chain concerning my eyesight and my moral character etc. each at an interval of ten days. If only the channel could be short circuited..."

In the middle of February Harry's company was attached to the 13th Infantry Division at Woking. He himself became responsible for the communications of one of the division's brigades, the 38th, "quite an interesting little job," he wrote Rutherford, since "I and my 26 men will be quite on our own as soon as we get to the Front."

At the beginning of April, when the 38th was enjoying springtime maneuvers in the Surrey countryside, General Sir Ian Hamilton was assembling an army in the eastern Mediterranean for an invasion of the peninsula of Gallipoli.

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On June 7 the government agreed to Hamilton's request for more units and ordered three divisions of the New Army, including the 13th, to the East. Harry, who had inferred from the delay in shipping his brigade that it was reserved for the Mediterranean, had his suspicions confirmed by orders to draw sunhats and tropical kits. [...] prepared, and armed with a .32 caliber revolver and an air cushion, he set sail from Avonmouth on June 15, 1915.

It soon became excessively hot. Alexandria, which he reached by June 27, was "full of heat flies native troops and Australians"; it reminded him of his mortality, and there he composed his will, leaving his entire estate to the Royal Society of London. [...] "We moved yesterday [13 July 15] to a place where the road is worse than the flies. Sand in boots clothes mouth eyes hair. Sand in the food and the water and the air." There were also bullets and dysentery. Harry undertook to protect his flock from both, from the first by inculcating "prudence by example," from the second by Spartan diets and great doses of chlorodyne supplied by Amabel for the purpose. He lost three men to dysentery and one to the Turks.

After three weeks at Helles the 38th proceeded to the harbor of Murdos, on the island of Lemnos, a staging area about seventy miles from Anzac. There Harry spent a few pleasant days swimming in the Mediterranean and hiking in the parched and barren hills, which he found to be "thick with worked flints." With fresh eggs and fruit collected from a nearby village and amenities like Bovril and silk pyjamas commanded from Amabel, he made himself almost comfortable.

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The 38th managed to hold the Farm and part of the hill for the 8th and 9th of August, but it never reached Chanuk Bair.

Early on the morning of the 10th the enemy counterattacked. Machine guns raked Farm Hill from the high ground to the right while 30,000 Turks poured over Chanuk Bair. They annihilated the 6/Loyal North Lancashire Regiment, a battalion from the 38th which had replaced the exhausted New Zealanders on Rhododendron Hill. [...] "So desperate a battle cannot be described. The Turks came on again and again, fighting magnificently, calling upon the name of God. Our men stood to it, and maintained, by many a deed of daring, the old traditions of their race. There was no flinching. They died in the ranks where they stood." Brigadier-General Baldwin and his brigade-major fell in the front line. So did the brigade signal officer, second lieutenant Moseley
*, the most promising of all the English physicists of his generation.

[* shot in the head by a Turkish sniper while in the act of telephoning a military order (Wikipedia)]

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Moseley's death was widely reported. Belligerents on both sides paused to observe his passing. After recovering themselves the British scientists used his death as a strong stick for bullying (as Harry would have said) the War Office: "The loss of this young man on the battlefield," said Rutherford, "(is) a striking example of the misuse of scientific talent." "To use such a man as a subaltern [is] economically equivalent to using the Lusitania to carry a pound of butter from Ramsgate to Margate." It came out that the Royal Society had sought his return; that papers had gone forward, but too late. These facts, together with references to Harry's "immortal discovery" lifted from a lecture by Oliver Lodge, who had himself lost a son in the war, were retailed in the daily press under captions like "Sacrifice of a Genius" and "Too Valuable To Die." There is little doubt that Harry's death helped Rutherford and his colleagues convince the public that scientific brains, being a national and even a military asset, should be conserved in time of war.

Had the War Office a clear conception of the military value of physicists, it would have asked Harry (as it did Rutherford and Bragg) to develop a weapon against submarines or (as it did Tizard) to improve the performance of bombers. He would have refused both. Well meaning and influential friends did in fact arrange for him to work on aircraft design; he replied that, since the operation was run entirely by civilians, nothing would have pleased him better, had he happened to be physically unfit. As it was, nothing could keep him from the front. He and the 5,000 other Old Etonians who rushed to the colors with him thought it their duty to be under fire. As Harry's old school fellow Charles Lister put it when declining a safe job as an interpreter: "The date of my birth determines that I should take active service." He too pulled strings to enter a combat division and died in the Mediterranean.

Harry received several posthumous honors, most notably a gold medal, the premio Matteucci, from the Società Italiana delle Scienze. Commemorative plaques were put up in Manchester and at Eton, where a verse by Eggar records Harry's first exposure to X radiation. At Summer Fields one of the four competitive "leagues" into which the school is divided proudly took the name Moseley. A certain Professor Hamer, of the University of Pittsburgh, proposed that element 43, of whose imminent discovery he had heard inklings, be called "Moseleyum," "a name," he said, "better and more international in character like true science itself than a latinized name of the discoverer's own kingdom or republic." His suggestion was ignored, except by the editors of Nature, who observed that it would be a fitting tribute, despite its want of precedent and euphony. Today, after "Lawrencium," "Mendelevium," and "Nobelium," there can be no reservation on either count; and we may hope eventually to see "Moseleyum" attached to a deserving element beyond uranium.

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As Harry had foreseen, his work, X-ray spectroscopy, contributed importantly to the decisive solution to the problem of atomic structure. Most directly, Moseley's law secured the cardinal result of the English School of atom builders, namely the identification of the rank of an element in the periodic table (Z) with the number of electrons (n) in its constituent atoms. [...] By the war's end most physicists had altogether forgotten the reservations of Hicks, Lindemann and Nicholson; and Moseley's law, recognized (to use the words of de Broglie) as "one of the greatest advances yet made in natural philosophy," was widely taken as proof of the doctrine of atomic number, and as the best available evidence for the equality of n and Z.

Moseley's legacy also contributed to several key improvements in the quantum theory of the atom.


Mais:
http://prospect.rsc.org/blogs/cw/2013/08/12/henry-moseley-single-most-costly-death-war
http://neuroquantology.com/data-cms/articles/20191023125647pm158.pdf

domingo, 20 de março de 2016

Nijinsky

Trechos de The Diary Of Vaslav Nijinsky.


This Diary is Nijinsky's message to mankind. His expressed desire to have it published during his lifetime was fulfilled when it first appeared in 1936. [...]

The Diary was written during 1918-19 in St. Moritz where we had retired to await the end of the war. Isolated from the world, from all possibilities of exercising his art, my husband tried to reach the masses through other artistic mediums. He took up drawing and music, created choreographies, and finally wrote his Diary.

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Millions of years have gone by since the creation of man. Men think that God is where technical inventions are most advanced. God was already there when there was no mechanism. Steel is a necessary thing, but it is also a terrible thing. An aeroplane is a terrible thing. I flew in an aeroplane and cried in it. I do not know why, but I felt that aeroplanes destroy birds. All birds fly away at the sight of an aeroplane. An aeroplane is a useful thing but it must not be exaggerated. It is a thing coming from God and therefore I like it, but it must not be used for the purposes of war. An aeroplane should express goodwill. I like aeroplanes and will therefore fly in them where there are no birds. I love birds. I do not want to frighten them. A well-known flyer was flying in Switzerland and flew into an eagle.

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One must not kill tsars, emperors, and kings. I like tsars and the aristocrats, but their deeds are not always good deeds.

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War has not stopped through the thinking of men. I know how one could stop war. Wilson wants to stop war but men do not understand him. He wants tolerance in politics, therefore he does not like war. He did not want war. Lloyd George is a simple man, but he has a great brain. But his brain destroys feeling and therefore he has no wisdom in politics. Lloyd George is a difficult man.

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The murderer goes to death; those who start war are murderers because they kill millions of innocent people. I am a man in a million. I am not alone, because I feel more than a million others.

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I lived at my mother-in-law's during the war. Once I wanted to walk into a restaurant but an inner force kept me back. I stopped suddenly before a small restaurant frequented by working people. I wanted to enter but I did not like to as I was not a workman.

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I liked Paris cocottes when I was with Diaghilev. He thought me stupid, but I used to run to them. I ran about Paris looking for cheap cocottes, but I was afraid people would notice my actions. I know that those women have no disease as they are under special police supervision.

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I want Wilson to succeed in his undertakings, because they are near the truth. I feel the near death of Wilson. I was afraid for Clemenceau, too, because Clemenceau is a good man. His policy is stupid and therefore his life hangs on a hair. Men feel his mistakes. He is not aware of this and therefore his life is in danger. I love Clemenceau, because he is a child. I know children who do awful things, without wanting to. Lloyd George does not know that he will be found out, and therefore holds his head very high. I want to lower his head. I like him, but I must write the truth. I know that if he reads these notes, he will understand me. I know that Clemenceau is honest; he is the policy of France. He is a hard-working man, but he was mistaken when he sent France to her death. He is a man who seeks goodness, a child with a tremendous brain.

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Paderewski became a politician but he is a pianist. I like pianists who play with feeling. Music with feeling is Godlike. I do not like pure technique without feeling.

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During the World War every man was a criminal. The governments shielded the criminals, because the crimes of the governments were executed by them. God does not shield a government which wages war. He does not want war and has therefore sent horrors on mankind.

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I am neither Russian nor Pole. I am a man. I am not a foreigner or a cosmopolitan. I love the Russian soil. I will build a dam in Russia. I understand Gogol loved Russia. So do I. Russia feels more than any other country. She is the mother of all countries, and loves everyone. Russia is not a problem of politics. I know that many people in Russia will understand me. Russia is not Bolshevik. Russia is my mother. I love my mother. My mother lives in Russia. She is Polish, but she eats Russian bread and Schzi [sour cabbage soup]. I want love for my Russia although I know her shortcomings. She has destroyed the plan of war. The war would have ended earlier if she had not let in the Maximalists. The Russian people are like children. One must love them and govern them well.

If everyone will listen to me, there will be no more war.

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I have devoted a great deal of time during the war to dancing and have made great progress. I want to show the public how successfully I studied [...].

I am very fond of French artists and I wish I could dance for them. I know that a lot of French artists were killed in the war - many fathers died, leaving their children and wives without bread. I know too that the government is unable to provide for them all, therefore I would like to dance for the poor French artists. I want to dance for the Polish and other artists, too, when I go to the other countries.

The Poles love France because France gave them their Soul - so did the Poles: they died for France on the battlefields. The war has united the two nations. France knows the heroic deeds of the Poles.

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I understood that men urge horses and people on, till they fall down like stones, exhausted. I decided, like the horse, that they could beat us with a whip as much as they liked, but we would still do what we feel, because we want to live. The horse walked and so did I. In the sleigh a fat man was sitting with his wife, who was bored. So was the driver. Everyone was bored. I was not, because I was not thinking, I was feeling. I walked and walked, I came to the village of St. Moritz and stopped outside the telegraph office. I did not read the war bulletins.

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I am writing in small handwriting because paper is expensive - this is the trick of the shops. They take advantage of the war. They are afraid that it will end soon. The shops say that the war has forced them to increase their prices.

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They are ringing and ringing. I do not know who is calling as I do not like speaking on the telephone. [...] I am writing, crying, and thinking of my wife, who went out thinking that I am a barbarian of Russian origin. She heard these words in Hungary, when Russia was at war with Hungary. I was interned there. I lived there and composed the Theory of the Dance. I danced very little because I was sad, sad because I thought that my wife did not love me. I got engaged in Rio de Janeiro; I married suddenly in South America.

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It is over a year and a half since I have been able to communicate with her [wife]. She might think that I danced lately in England. Probably she will be frightened lest I be harmed on account of the revolution, as they might think I belong to the revolutionaries. [...] She knows I dislike forcefulness. She knows that even when I was a boy I disliked to fight with my classmates.

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Clemenceau will suffer, but I hope he will see through the whole company of diplomats and will be able to protect France. I love France and wish her well. I can see through the whole clique which has started the war. Clemenceau is a rich man and is not in need of anything, and so I feel that he has not been "bought." The Lloyd Georgians buy people, not only with money but with promises. Clemenceau thought that it would be good for France to get Alsace-Lorraine; this question can only be settled peacefully. Clemenceau understood Wilson and has consented to his plan. The French like the Alsatians and many families are weeping; they feel that it is unjust that they should not belong to French territory. The French do not like the Germans - I know how one can develop dislike for German people and I know who taught France to say Boche. One must not quarrel! German children are crying for their fathers too.

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Man's intelligence dies with his body, as it is limited. People say that intelligence has created everything; the aeroplanes, Zeppelins.

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My mother and sister escaped from Moscow to get away from the Maximalists. They were tired of the Civil War, and escaped together with Kotchetovsky, my brother-in-law, and their daughter Ira, leaving all their belongings behind.


Mais:
http://docs.google.com/file/d/0BxwrrqPyqsnIUTNtMGI5MkJwM28 (subtitles)

domingo, 13 de março de 2016

Portugal

VISÃO HISTÓRIA
26 de Fevereiro de 2009

I Guerra Mundial - Portugal nas trincheiras

Quando passam 90 anos sobre o Tratado de Versalhes, que traçou as fronteiras e definiu as relações internacionais depois da Primeira Guerra Mundial, este quarto número da VISÃO História é dedicado àquele que terá sido o mais dramaticamente absurdo de todos os conflitos bélicos, com especial incidência na participação que Portugal teve nele.

Com efeito, as rivalidades entre as grandes potências de 1914 prendiam-se exclusivamente com o choque dos interesses económicos (onde a componente colonial desempenhava um importante papel), nada tendo que ver com diferenças ideológicas insanáveis semelhantes às que oporiam mais tarde as democracias e as ditaduras, o capitalismo e o comunismo ou o liberalismo e o fundamentalismo. Em 1914, ano terminal da Belle Époque e do poderio europeu sobre o planeta, havia apenas a vontade de um bloco de países afirmar a sua supremacia sobre outro bloco de sistema sociopolítico semelhante, e vice-versa.

Portugal, onde a jovem República triunfara menos de quatro anos antes sobre uma monarquia quase oito vezes secular, não era obviamente uma potência com ambições de domínio mundial, mas nem por isso deixava de desempenhar papel de relevo no acesso às riquezas africanas. O receio de ficar excluído do banquete dos vencedores, a cuja sobremesa seriam partilhadas as colónias, impulsionava para a guerra, ao lado da "velha aliada" Inglaterra, este nosso país já então claramente periférico. O desejo de afirmação internacional do novo regime republicano, aliado a interesses político-partidários do momento, faria o resto.

A nossa participação na hecatombe mundial seria uma vitória de Pirro: as colónias foram mantidas, mas à custa de 7 mil mortos (carne para canhão maioritariamente analfabeta que desconhecia a razão por que lutava) e de uma crise económico-financeira de amplitude sem precedentes, que haveria de abrir a porta a uma ditadura de 48 anos.

Permaneceu, por isso, durante muitas décadas, na memória colectiva portuguesa, a lembrança simultaneamente doce e amarga da Grande Guerra - assim chamada antes da eclosão da Segunda Guerra Mundial, e ainda depois disso, por hábito de duas décadas. Raras eram as famílias que não tinham sido directamente visitadas pela morte, num País onde pululavam os monumentos e as avenidas e praças dedicadas aos "Combatentes da Grande Guerra" e onde passou a ser venerado o "Soldado Desconhecido" sepultado no Mosteiro da Batalha. A participação portuguesa no conflito era diariamente lembrada em todo o tipo de situações pelo menos ate à década de 50, antes de Salazar ter enviado tropas para Angola "rapidamente e em força", inaugurando a segunda aventura guerreira portuguesa do século XX - esta, em contraste com a anterior, isolada e fora de época.

Hoje, a Primeira Guerra Mundial está praticamente esquecida entre nós, ao ponto de muitos jovens a confundirem com a Segunda ou, quando não é esse o caso, desconhecerem que Portugal participou nela.

Foi essa lacuna que pretendemos colmatar, em parceria com o Museu da Presidência da República, que está a organizar uma exposição sobre o tema.

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Todos os textos são ilustrados com muitas fotos da época, assinadas nomeadamente pelo grande fotógrafo Joshua Benoliel (1873-1932), pioneiro da reportagem fotográfica em Portugal e considerado por muitos o maior fotor-repórter português do século XX, e por Arnaldo Garcez (1885-1964), o único fotógrafo autorizado a acompanhar os soldados portugueses na frente de combate do Norte de França. Alguns destes documentos iconográficos são praticamente inéditos, já que não eram publicados há muitas décadas.


Fonte:
http://visao.sapo.pt/i-guerra-mundial-portugal-nas-trincheiras=f497266

Mais:
https://www.publico.pt/noticia/o-duro-fado-de-portugal-na-guerra-do-mundo
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLrWPsj6fVbeVv993EJvO4-0ROhHLGaeGb
http://www.portugal1914.org

domingo, 6 de março de 2016

Ottomans

Trechos de The Fall Of The Ottomans (2015), de Eugene Rogan.


Spring brought a new wave of optimism to the Ottoman Empire in 1914. Victory in the Second Balkan War and the recovery of Edirne and Eastern Thrace had done wonders for national confidence. After years of wartime austerity, the Ottoman economy was the first beneficiary of peace. Demobilized soldiers returned to the workforce. Farmers predicted record harvests. A building boom was reported in towns across the Turkish and Arab provinces. Trade resumed with renewed vigour once the sea lanes were cleared of warships and mines. With the expansion of foreign trade came novel inventions of the modern age that, within the year, would be converted from civilian to military use.

The advent of the automobile shattered the tranquillity of Istanbul's streets. Until 1908, cars had been banned from the Ottoman Empire. When they were finally permitted after the Young Turk Revolution, the pioneers of Ottoman motoring encountered many obstacles. By and large, the streets of the empire were unpaved. Garages to service and fuel cars were few and far between. And there was no highway code, with chauffeurs disagreeing over such basic issues as the side of the road on which they should drive. Not surprisingly, very few cars had been sold in the Ottoman Empire since 1908. By the end of 1913, when there were already 1 million cars on the road in the United States, American consular officials estimated there were no more than 500 automobiles in the Ottoman Empire as a whole - with 250 of those in Istanbul. In a remote provincial town like Baghdad, you could literally count the number of cars on one hand. Yet by mid-1914, the imperial capital was beginning to experience its first traffic jams as "limousines, touring cars, motor trucks, gasoline driven delivery wagons and hospital ambulances" jostled for space.

The airplane also made its first appearance in the Ottoman Empire in the Young Turk era. [...]

The first Turkish pilots were sent to Europe for training in 1911. By 1914, Turkish aviators were beginning to claim the skies above the Ottoman Empire. In February, Lieutenant Fethi Bey, accompanied by one of Enver Pasha's aides, Sadik Bey, attempted to fly from Istanbul across Anatolia and Syria to Egypt. Their plane, a Blériot design named the Muavenet-i Milliye (National Assistance) covered one twenty-five-mile leg, from Tarsus to Adana, in twenty minutes, at a speed in excess of sixty miles per hour. Crowds on the ground clapped as the plane flew overhead. They managed to reach Damascus safely, but their plane experienced engine problems on the flight to Jerusalem and crashed to the east of the Sea of Galilee, killing both pilots. Fethi Bey and Sadik Bey were laid to rest next to Saladdin's tomb in the Umayyad Mosque of Damascus, Turkey's first airmen to die in military service. A second air mission ended in a similar result before two pilots, Salim Bey and Kemal Bey, finally managed to complete the journey from Istanbul to Egypt in May 1914.

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The spread of mechanized transport fed the sense of optimism growing in the Ottoman Empire in the spring of 1914. With the negotiation of a $100 million public loan from France in May, the Ottoman government secured the means to invest in major public works projects that would bring electricity, public lighting, urban tramways, intercity railroads, and modern port facilities to all of the provinces of the empire. The announcement of the French loan fed widespread expectations of a commercial and industrial boom.

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The Ottoman government commissioned two state-of-the-art dreadnoughts from the British shipbuilders Vickers and Armstrong in August 1911, scheduled for delivery in July 1914. The orders were placed as part of a British naval mission to help modernize the Ottoman fleet.

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The outbreak of war in Europe provoked alarm across the Ottoman Empire - from the cabinet offices of the Sublime Porte through the towns and countryside of Anatolia and the Arab lands. The need for a defensive alliance to assure the territorial integrity of the empire became critical. The Young Turks knew from Cemal's reports that there was no prospect of such an agreement with France. His trust in Britain was likewise soon to be betrayed.

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Russia, then Britain and France recalled their ambassadors from Istanbul before declaring war on 2 November.

The Ottoman Empire was at war. All that remained was to raise the banner of jihad.

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On 1 August, the Ministry of War dispatched Enver Pasha's call to arms by telegraph across the empire. Village headmen and leaders of town quarters posted notices in public squares and on mosque doors. "Mobilization has been declared," the posters trumpeted. "All eligible men to arms!" All men, Muslims and non-Muslims alike, aged twenty-one to forty-five, were given five days to report to the nearest recruiting office. Local officials were told to encourage martial enthusiasm by "beating drums, showing joy and gladness and not despair and neglect".

No amount of drum beating or official displays of joy could overcome the foreboding among Arab villagers when mobilization was first announced. A Shiite Muslim cleric in the southern Lebanese village of Nabatiyya captured the public dismay in his diary on 3 August 1914:

"The people were deeply troubled and agitated by the news [of general mobilization]. They gathered in small groups in public spaces, astonished and bewildered, as if confronting the Day of Judgement. Some wanted to flee - but where could they go? Others wanted to escape, but there was no way out. Then we heard that war had broken out between Germany and Austria on one side, and the Allies on the other side. This only increased the fear and alarm of the outbreak of a murderous war that would devour the cultivated lands and the dry earth."

Similar reactions were recorded across the Ottoman Empire. Shops closed in Aleppo on 3 August in response to the mobilization orders. As one resident noted, "Great uneasiness prevails throughout this city." In the Black Sea port of Trabzon, the American consul recorded, "The decree of general mobilization came like a thunderbolt." Though anyone evading conscription faced the death penalty, many young men preferred to take their chances and go into hiding rather than face what they believed to be a more certain death fighting with the Ottoman army.

In the imperial capital Istanbul, the call to arms was announced in each quarter by the town crier, popularly known as "Bekçi Baba". In daytime, Bekçi Baba delivered water to urban neighbourhoods. At night, he served as watchman over the streets of the quarter. It was Bekçi Baba who sounded the alarm when fire broke out, and it was Bekçi Baba who summoned men for war.

Irfan Orga remembered how his father was called to war by Bekçi Baba. The mobilization that had started in the summer of 1914 accelerated after the Ottoman entry into the war, with ever-older men being called up. Orga went outside into the November cold with his father to hear the crier's announcement and watched as Bekçi Baba rounded the corner and stopped beneath the street lamp "to shout his shattering news": "Men born between 1880 and 1885 must report to the recruiting centre within the next forty-eight hours. Who fails to do so will be prosecuted."

One of the men of the household shouted out, "What does it mean, Bekçi Baba?"

"War! War! Don't you know your country is at war?" he roared.

The capital's recruitment centres, flooded with men of military age, were in a state of confusion. Harassed officials bellowed instructions to civilians, who were herded like cattle, hungry, hopeless, and apathetic. It could take days for conscripts to be processed for service.


Mais:
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLrWPsj6fVbeWKYLfYzoRX-W2LXeh1ES_g