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On September 17th, 1901, in South Africa, British Major Hubert Gough thinks he's caught a detachment of Boer fighters out in the open in Transvaal, near the Natal border, during what has been this year, the frustrating third, guerrilla phase of the Boer War.
By the end of 1900, the reinforced British forces had lifted all the Boer sieges of Cape and Natal cities and occupied the capitals of the Orange Free State and Transvaal and thought they'd won the war that was embarrassing them and having the rest of world cheer on their plucky Boer enemies.
But the Boer 'Commandos' had kept fighting with guerrilla tactics. Major Gough, who anticipated an opportunity to 'clean up' a detachment of these annoying Boer hit-and-runners, soon found himself surrounded by a much larger group of Boers than expected, much larger than his own force, tactically outmatched, and defeated, in the Battle of Blood River Poort - Wikipedia.
The defeat of Gough's force that day is the first Boer military victory in a while, although the Boers are unable to cross into Natal as they hoped. For most of the year it was mainly Boer elusiveness and persistence that had been embarrassing to British arms.
However, the war had become embarrassing to British honour and reputation internationally and at home based on the British command's tactic of placing Boer civilians in inadequately provisioned concentration camps to deny guerrilla fighting men support. This had gone out to the British, and international public through Emily Hobhouse's report of June 1901, and caused condemnation of government wartime policy domestically by Labour, and Liberal politicians Campbell-Bannerman and. David Lloyd-George, as well as among all among the Irish, and the publics and governments of Continental Europe, who sympathized with the Boers against British bullying over the last half-decade, and the American public.
After the Boer victory at Blood River Poort, which takes days to be relayed by telegraph to other parts of the world, strange things start happening all around the world. In ports, along coasts, and on the high seas everywhere, all British naval ships, and all British flagged and registered sea-worthy ships, are fading out of existence in mere moments, before vanishing totally.
The island of Britain itself, and its close offshore islets like Wight, similarly vanish into a fog in daytime, and over the next period of night, show scarcely any of the expected illumination as fog lifts, to foreign ships cruising nearby.
Multiple foreign ships begin to run aground that night in the darkness, with some badly damaged and sinking, with the only lights, or signs of habitation, visible to some of them from quite close-in looking like small campfires.
The next morning, wherever around the island foreign ships can get a clear view of shore, they see none of the expected ports and urban architecture and other works of man, mainly seeing endless woods and meadows. Where there are signs of human habitation, it is mostly simple mud and thatch huts, and the occasional stone fort, but no castles worthy of the name, and no expected cross-channel or cross-Irish sea daily ferries are coming forth from the island either.
Human figures on shore are in various states of undress, or primitive dress with tunics or robes of various types.
Some shipwreck survivors who managed to make it alive to shore and not get butchered by beach dwellers spears find it impossible to communicate intelligibly by words alone with people on the beach. It goes the same with a few intrepid landing parties sent out on small boats from foreign merchant ships. And for a few cases, of even braver local people from the island itself, who approach hulking, steaming foreign merchant ships and start trying to communicate with the people on decks by word and gesture.
One thing that is very clear to these islanders is that these foreigners on giant ships and shipwrecked castaways in strange clothes are not any of the usual foreigners or offshore people they know of or trade with.
Likewise, for the American, French, Dutch, German, Danish, and other foreign ships approaching Britain or making landfall, none of these people they are meeting are speaking English or acting like Englishmen.
Through a combination of trying words in different languages and gestures many of these foreigners, whether marooned onshore or in landing parties, try to establish and describe their own nationality/origin and get a self-description from the locals. Since the greatest amount of traffic is around the Dover/Kent and Thames estuary areas, the most common names the foreigners understand as self-descriptors are Belgae/Belgi, Canti/Cantiaci, Trinovanti/Trinovantes. So 'Belgium' and 'Kent' seem to be the most relatable geographical concepts.
The 20th century people do not know it exactly at the moment, but they have met the British people, and the Britain, of exactly 2000 years prior, of the year 99 BC. Celtic Britain a good 44 years before even Julius Caesar's first short-lived Roman invasion. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julius_Caesar's_invasions_of_Britain
By the end of 1900, the reinforced British forces had lifted all the Boer sieges of Cape and Natal cities and occupied the capitals of the Orange Free State and Transvaal and thought they'd won the war that was embarrassing them and having the rest of world cheer on their plucky Boer enemies.
But the Boer 'Commandos' had kept fighting with guerrilla tactics. Major Gough, who anticipated an opportunity to 'clean up' a detachment of these annoying Boer hit-and-runners, soon found himself surrounded by a much larger group of Boers than expected, much larger than his own force, tactically outmatched, and defeated, in the Battle of Blood River Poort - Wikipedia.
The defeat of Gough's force that day is the first Boer military victory in a while, although the Boers are unable to cross into Natal as they hoped. For most of the year it was mainly Boer elusiveness and persistence that had been embarrassing to British arms.
However, the war had become embarrassing to British honour and reputation internationally and at home based on the British command's tactic of placing Boer civilians in inadequately provisioned concentration camps to deny guerrilla fighting men support. This had gone out to the British, and international public through Emily Hobhouse's report of June 1901, and caused condemnation of government wartime policy domestically by Labour, and Liberal politicians Campbell-Bannerman and. David Lloyd-George, as well as among all among the Irish, and the publics and governments of Continental Europe, who sympathized with the Boers against British bullying over the last half-decade, and the American public.
After the Boer victory at Blood River Poort, which takes days to be relayed by telegraph to other parts of the world, strange things start happening all around the world. In ports, along coasts, and on the high seas everywhere, all British naval ships, and all British flagged and registered sea-worthy ships, are fading out of existence in mere moments, before vanishing totally.
The island of Britain itself, and its close offshore islets like Wight, similarly vanish into a fog in daytime, and over the next period of night, show scarcely any of the expected illumination as fog lifts, to foreign ships cruising nearby.
Multiple foreign ships begin to run aground that night in the darkness, with some badly damaged and sinking, with the only lights, or signs of habitation, visible to some of them from quite close-in looking like small campfires.
The next morning, wherever around the island foreign ships can get a clear view of shore, they see none of the expected ports and urban architecture and other works of man, mainly seeing endless woods and meadows. Where there are signs of human habitation, it is mostly simple mud and thatch huts, and the occasional stone fort, but no castles worthy of the name, and no expected cross-channel or cross-Irish sea daily ferries are coming forth from the island either.
Human figures on shore are in various states of undress, or primitive dress with tunics or robes of various types.
Some shipwreck survivors who managed to make it alive to shore and not get butchered by beach dwellers spears find it impossible to communicate intelligibly by words alone with people on the beach. It goes the same with a few intrepid landing parties sent out on small boats from foreign merchant ships. And for a few cases, of even braver local people from the island itself, who approach hulking, steaming foreign merchant ships and start trying to communicate with the people on decks by word and gesture.
One thing that is very clear to these islanders is that these foreigners on giant ships and shipwrecked castaways in strange clothes are not any of the usual foreigners or offshore people they know of or trade with.
Likewise, for the American, French, Dutch, German, Danish, and other foreign ships approaching Britain or making landfall, none of these people they are meeting are speaking English or acting like Englishmen.
Through a combination of trying words in different languages and gestures many of these foreigners, whether marooned onshore or in landing parties, try to establish and describe their own nationality/origin and get a self-description from the locals. Since the greatest amount of traffic is around the Dover/Kent and Thames estuary areas, the most common names the foreigners understand as self-descriptors are Belgae/Belgi, Canti/Cantiaci, Trinovanti/Trinovantes. So 'Belgium' and 'Kent' seem to be the most relatable geographical concepts.
The 20th century people do not know it exactly at the moment, but they have met the British people, and the Britain, of exactly 2000 years prior, of the year 99 BC. Celtic Britain a good 44 years before even Julius Caesar's first short-lived Roman invasion. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julius_Caesar's_invasions_of_Britain