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From
U-Boat to Pulpit
by
Martin Niemöller
Vicar of Berlin-Dahlem
Translated by
Commander D. Hastie Smith
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This is
the 1936 First English Edition (in well-used condition)
Niemöller’s
account of his experiences as a U-Boat Commander in the First
World War
(principally in the Mediterranean) and his subsequent decision
to become a Pastor.
“Twenty-four hours
after leaving Cattaro we are in the open
Mediterranean and hold up the first enemy
sailing ship. She is a Greek, with no hostile
intent, so we let her run and feel sure she must
feel bucked at being allowed to do so! We were
after bigger game than Greek three-masted
schooners, as our objective was the laying of
mines in the Gulf of Salonica and in the Aegean
generally, which it was intended to render
unsafe for enemy shipping.”
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Front cover and spine
Further images of this book are
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Publisher and place of
publication |
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Dimensions in inches (to
the nearest quarter-inch) |
London: William Hodge and Company Limited |
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5½ inches wide x 8¾ inches tall |
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Edition |
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Length |
1936 First Edition |
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(xiii) + 217 pages + Publisher’s
advertisements |
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Condition of covers |
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Internal condition |
Original dark green cloth blocked in gilt on
the spine. The covers are heavily scuffed and rubbed with widespread patchy
loss of original colour. There is evidence of old staining on the front
cover, including a small circular "splash" stain near the bottom edge. There
is surface scratching on the rear cover which also suffers from
significant variation in colour. The spine has darkened with age, is
discoloured in places and quite dull. The spine ends and corners are bumped
and frayed, with splits in the cloth and some minor loss at the tail of the
spine. There are some indentations along the edges of the boards and there
is a significant forward spine lean. The covers have also bowed outwards. |
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There is a previous owner's name ("K. Adams")
shakily inscribed in ballpoint pen on the front pastedown. The front inner
hinge is badly cracked and the front free end-paper is missing, so that the
volume opens directly to the Half-Title page. A previous owner has made a
not-very-successful attempt to glue the front hinge, which remains badly
cracked. The end-papers are browned and heavily foxed and there is further,
and occasionally very heavy, foxing throughout, including the Title-Page.
The paper has tanned noticeably with age and some pages additionally are
stained or have grubby marks. There is toning and heavy foxing to those
pages adjacent to the photographic plates and the illustrations have
acquired a yellowish tinge. The edge of the text block is grubby,
dust-stained and foxed. |
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Other
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A scarce title, this 1936 First English
Edition is in well-used condition with scuffed, dull and discoloured covers,
a badly cracked and partially (though crudely and unsuccessfully) repaired
front hinge, and significant tanning and foxing to the paper. |
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Illustrations,
maps, etc |
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Contents |
Please see below for details |
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Post & shipping
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The packed weight is approximately
750 grams.
Full shipping/postage information is
provided in a panel
at the end of this listing.
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From U-Boat to Pulpit
Contents
I. Joining Submarines
II. From North Sea to
Mediterranean
III. To the Salonica Front
IV. Once More in the Tracks of
Odysseus
V. A Yuletide Operation
VI. Navigator of U39
VII. 'Number One' of U151
VIII. Winona
IX. Southward Bound
X. Homeward Bound
XI. "The Start is always Hard"
XII. Commerce Destroying
XIII. In Pola for the Last Time
XIV. Kiel in November
XV. A Break and a New Beginning
XVI. Beginning Study
XVII. Kapp-Putsch and Ruhr Campaign
XVIII. The First Sermon
XIX. A Platelayer on the State
Railways
XX. A Curacy with Obstacles
XXI. Epilogue
List of Illustrations
The Author
U73 in a Heavy Sea
Punta d'Ostro
A Sinking Tanker
Adria' and ' Feuerspeier,' Parent Ships of the
U-Flotilla
S.S. Etna
The Viajante's Boats
The Rent made on 12th October, 1917
S.S. Caprera blows up
The Cloud of Smoke Caused by the Explosion
UC67 off Pola
German U-Boats alongside the ' Cleopatra '
Rev. Martin Niemoller
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From U-Boat to Pulpit
Foreword
When, in the course of a vacation
spent in the summer of 1934, in the quietude of a remote woodland
spot on the shores of the Baltic, I set down the record of my
transition "From to Boat to Pulpit," I really did so to seek
complete relaxation from contemporary events and to audit my own
progress. At the same time, I was complying with repeated requests
made by my friends and acquaintances. I had no idea that the book
would, one day, be sent out into the wide world, in the English
language. As this has, after a lapse of two years, actually come to
pass, the book may be regarded by many as a much belated piece of
Great War literature. But even so, it will, perhaps, still perform a
humble service to those who like myself unconsciously found their
true selves during the Great War and who, in that Mighty Furnace of
God, reverted back to the elementary and simple basic truths of
humanity, which, after the end of the War, impelled them to seek a
new life. I assume that many of my adversaries of those days
experienced what I did and that they will, therefore, find their own
lives reflected in my story, with the same reactions and feelings,
the same questions and thoughts, which disturbed me, when I reviewed
my life during and after the War; and I hope that we, the opponents
of those days will, thereby, be helped to a stronger and closer bond
of mutual understanding of one another than was possible immediately
after the War and under the influence of the, as yet, unstilled
passions it had aroused.
In the autumn of 1910, when, as a naval cadet off Palma, Majorca, I
first visited a British warship—it was H.M.S. Cumberland—and made
the acquaintance of British sailors, the idea of a war to the death
between our nations rose up before me as a mad phantasy. This mad
phantasy came to pass; but our nations survived it, despite the
grievous wounds they suffered. If we can rightly appraise the nature
of the historic duty devolving upon us, and can bring ourselves to
view that late War dispassionately, we must realize the fact that
our generation bears a heavy responsibility to posterity. It is our
part to seek and to find a solution which will not lead to the
outbreak of further chaos, but rather to a fruitful and general
co-operation in the spirit of our European Christianity for the
purpose of averting a cataclysm and, with the help of Almighty God,
rendering it possible for our peoples to make a fresh start with
their services to humanity and to the world at large.
Much will depend on our ability to retain or to regain the Christian
fundamentals of our civilization; and I hail everyone ready to
assist as a fellow-traveller and brother.
(Sgd.) Martin Niemoeller.
July, 1936
Preface
Anything that makes for a better
understanding between the nations is to be thankfully welcomed. It
is still a far cry to the age of " the Parliament of Man, the
Federation of the World," and even our present attempts at a partial
realization of that universal ideal seem at times on the point of
coming to nothing. All the more reason, then, for taking every
opportunity of adding to the foundation of mutual goodwill and
comprehension that must be well and truly laid before the edifice of
international amity can be erected.
The readers of this English translation of Dr. Niemoller's book From
U-Boat to Pulpit will envisage in the author a very sympathetic
character; a character which we on this side of the North Sea can
estimate with justice. In essentials there is nothing strange or
alien to us in it; we can follow its development with as much
understanding as if we were reading of one of our own people. As a
Naval Officer on the Active List for close upon forty years, I was
given the opportunity of becoming familiar with persons of most
foreign nations and when once the crust of ignorance, or
unfamiliarity rather, was broken through, I found that in daily
intercourse I soon forgot all difference of race or creed, in most
cases, at any rate, and notably with regard to our German
cousins—being of ancient Wessex descent, I can, for myself, safely
say cousins. All over the world I met them and always with a feeling
of special sympathy.
I recollect that in the evening of the battle of the Falkland
Islands, we in the Inflexible had on board many officers and men,
survivors of the Gneizenau, whom it was our pleasure to tend and
comfort after their terrible experience. In only one case, as far as
I know, was there any symptom of personal enmity, and that was
obviously due to a very understandable loss of control after such
suffering. This was in the early days of the war before the ancient
chivalric feeling between lawful foes had been exacerbated. I like
to think that, had it depended alone upon the men under arms in the
various nations, that bitterness would not have arisen; certainly no
symptom of it should be in evidence now.
This is the very sort of book which will help to banish the last
vestiges of ill-will, and so, as well as for its intrinsic interest
and merit, I feel myself greatly privileged to have been invited to
write a few words by way of preface to it. I trust that it will have
a large circulation and so help to promote good understanding
between the nations.
Henry Horniman, Paymr. Rear-Admiral (Retd.).
Englefield Green,
October, 1936.
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From U-Boat to Pulpit
Excerpt:
III. To the Salonica Front
At last those eight days come to an
end—we are off to-night! That is, if the mine pump does not let us
down! It keeps ' packing up' and neither the coaxing of laymen nor
the expert attention of the engineer officer, has any effect on it.
From 8 p.m. we stand by ' booted and spurred,' i.e., in leather
jackets and gauntlets, ready to cast off and get under weigh. Nine
and ten o'clock passes and the engineer officer keeps bobbing up out
of the engine-room hatchway, with tousled hair, his frowning
countenance liberally splashed with oil and a fid of cotton waste in
his hand. " Another half-hour! " A second and third passes.
Patience!—how does that beautiful and all too true verse run, " Half
of his life ..."
We join our friends of UC20 for a little while in the wardroom of
S.M.S. Gaea over a bottle of beer and give vent to our annoyance at
the delay. Midnight! Thank goodness! At 1 a.m. Francksen reports the
pump in working order and off we go! " All clear! " One more
handshake and a dash down the gangway! " Cast off! "—" Bear out,
forrard! "— " Slow ahead both! " From the Gaea someone calls out "
May you break your mast and ensign staff! Good luck and good
hunting! " U73 slowly creeps away into the night.
We can just make out the wake of the Austrian torpedo boat which is
piloting us through the minefields, and an hour later we are all
clear, off Punta d'Ostro. " Full speed ahead both! " The watch below
turn in and away we steam southwards to the Straits of Otranto.
A man must have luck, particularly in wartime. The Otranto patrols
appear to have gone on leave! Twenty-four hours after leaving
Cattaro we are in the open Mediterranean and hold up the first enemy
sailing ship. She is a Greek, with no hostile intent, so we let her
run and feel sure she must feel bucked at being allowed to do so!
We were after bigger game than Greek three-masted schooners, as our
objective was the laying of mines in the Gulf of Salonica and in the
Aegean generally, which it was intended to render unsafe for enemy
shipping.
A couple of days later, we pass through the Straits of Karpathos,
east of Crete, into the Aegean, and enter classical waters. We do
not feel too happy over it, steaming into a stiff nor'-wester, with
a pale yellow evening sky, which makes the strange silhouettes of
the South Aegean islands appear dark and menacing.
Sure enough! Report to captain: " Mine pump is short-circuited.
Defect cannot be made good by ship's staff! " Now we are in the
soup! Half the voyage completed and to turn back with nothing done ?
But the engineer officer has an idea: " What about a drop of
compressed air! " We can but try it and—it works! It makes a bit of
noise and is mighty slow, but still . . . On we go then!
We steam nor'-nor'-west for two days,
frequently diving to avoid patrolling destroyers, in the region of
the Gulf of Salonica. At dawn on the 31st July we pass through the
channel between Pelagos and Antipelagos and at 4.30 p.m. we surface
in the Gulf of Salonica for—as usual in those days —half an hour in
order to get the boat ventilated. In view of the great visibility
and the proximity of the land, we always keep submerged by daylight.
At 7 p.m. we come up again to find our bearings. Fortune smiles on
us! Two steamers are making for Salonica on our course and we
contrive to follow in the wake of one of them up to the entrance
through the minefield at Apanomi-Huk, although not without
trepidation, as our exhaust is distinctly smoky and inclined to
throw out showers of most objectionable sparks every few minutes. At
midnight we have to dive to avoid being seen by a destroyer, and a
quarter of an hour later we are up again and able to take note, in
the grey dawn, of the course taken by our steamers, while being led
through the minefields by a pilot vessel.
The captain had his operation plans ready by the morning. At 5 a.m.
we quietly dive and at 8.30 a.m. we drop the first mine. By ten
o'clock, a total of 18 mines are laid off the entrance, without
exciting the suspicion of the British destroyer on patrol.
It is true that we have to keep submerged all day long and the
atmosphere in the boat gets very thick and foul, the temperature
rising to 86° F. and even to 104° F. in the engine room, so
that we have to release oxygen during the afternoon, as the numerous
patrol vessels and small craft on the surface put any idea of coming
up during daylight hours out of the question.
Towards evening a French airship strikes a fresh note in our scheme
of things. It steers a south-easterly course from Salonica to the
distantly illuminated Mount Olympus and returns an hour and a half
later. When it disappears in the mist over Salonica our hour of
release is at hand. " Surface! "
The first breath of fresh air, the open conning-tower hatch and the
springing into life of the Diesels, after 15 hours on the bottom, is
an experience to be lived through. Everything comes to life and not
a soul thinks of sleep. All hands seek a breath of air and a
cigarette under shelter of the bridge screen. By this time we have
the place to ourselves, so we all get our fill.
The following night finds us off Mount Athos, where a heavy
thunderstorm, with pouring rain, brings the visibility down to less
than half a cable. Then all is quiet and we make for the Gulf of
Orfano, in a flat calm, with a phosphorescent sea. Many white lights
shine ahead and the occasional shadow of a darkened ship creeps past
us. We stop at dawn and thoroughly air the boat, after which we dive
and continue on our course submerged.
Daylight reveals a vivid picture. A large number of ships are
anchored in the bay, including a British cruiser, a monitor with a
tall tripod mast, a transport and many small craft and lighters. One
can see hutments and hangars ashore.
It seems wonderful to have approached within torpedo range in such
an oily sea. We only dare to expose the periscope for a few seconds
at a time. No. i torpedo tube is ready to fire, as we slowly come to
within about two to three cables of the cruiser. " No. i tube, stand
by! "—" Up periscope! " —" Stop! "—" No. i tube ... fire! "—" Down
periscope! " We turn to starboard and shape a course for the
entrance, counting the seconds after firing: 30 ... 31 ... 32 . . .
Crash! The explosion! The boat shivers at every frame. A hit! "Up
periscope! " There she lies, with a slight list to starboard in a
cloud of white steam. Meanwhile, shells are exploding all round.
"Down periscope! " We are heavily shelled and go down to 80 feet,
while the propellers of our pursuers whirr over us and the utmost
confusion prevails among them.
" Stand by to lay mines! " While we steam out of the bay on a
south-east course, we quickly drop another little batch of six mines
right across our course. Hardly have we done so, when we hear
another explosion astern of us. Aeroplanes? We go down to 130 feet
and feel a little safer.
" Hello! What's up? " The boat gets visibly heavier and down by the
stern. " Start the bilge pump! " What rotten luck! No. 2 tank is
leaking, water is trickling steadily into the boat and we have to
keep pumping it out. A most unfortunate occurrence, as the water we
are pumping out is, of course, oily and forms a conspicuous patch on
the surface, making our pursuers' task very much easier!
At 4 p.m. we venture to come up and take a quick look round through
the periscope. A destroyer is cheerfully following a cable's length
astern of us. We feel distinctly queasy and quickly drop to 100
feet. Whether it is accidental Or otherwise, but at 6 p.m. we have,
apparently, shaken off our unwelcome follower and we bob up for a
few moments' fresh air, finally surfacing for the night at 8 p.m.
Next morning we lay two more mine barrages off Mudros Bay and then,
having got rid of all mines, we make for home.
It turned out to be a regular obstacle race. On the following day,
in the South Aegean, the thrust bearing of the port propeller shaft
fractured and we had to carry on with one engine till the next day,
south of Crete, the starboard engine broke down. A cylinder gland
had to be repacked in, as usual, the worst possible weather, which
made it hard enough for us to keep our feet! We were all completely
fed up and upset by the prolonged underwater trip. Added to this
came the unpleasant thought that we still had to get through the
Straits of Otranto with the half-disabled boat!
We were lucky to get there at all, as, just before dawn on the 9th
August, a destroyer suddenly appeared on our starboard quarter and
made for us at full speed. Owing to the screening effect of our
exhaust smoke, the lookout only spotted her a bare half-mile away. "
Action stations! "
Even now I loathe bells that ring like our alarm bell in U73!
Whenever it shrilled through the boat, it might well have sounded
our last hour. This time our crash dive was particularly successful,
but we were scarcely down to 60 feet when our pursuer rushed over us
and we clearly heard his propellers overhead, even without putting
our ears to the boat's side.
Revenge is sweet! The following evening a small Italian skooner, the
Lorenzo Donato, fell athwart our course. She was even slower than
our groggy boat and thereby met her fate.
Then we dodged half-a-dozen drifters patrolling the barrage in the
Straits of Otranto, diving frequently to do so, taking 12 hours to
reach the open Adriatic. We left Cattaro on our starboard beam and
steered north straight for Pola. There was plenty to be done in the
dockyard—mine pump, No. 2 tank, port propeller shaft, and a host of
minor defects. The general feeling was not one of confidence, but we were heartily
congratulated on our arrival. A troop transport had run into our
minefield off Salonica; the armed boarding steamer Clacton had been
sunk by our torpedo in the Gulf of Orfano; while an old British
cruiser and another troop transport had fallen victims to our mines
off Mudros.
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volume opens directly to the Half-Title page. A previous
owner has made a not-very-successful attempt to glue the
front hinge, which remains badly cracked. The end-papers are
browned and heavily foxed:
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