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Chapter 5
1. What are three examples of technology tools that could be used for committing crimes?
Answer—
Spyware and adware, phishing and pharming, and keystroke loggers.
6. What are three types of firewalls? Generally speaking, which type offers higher security?
Answer—
The main types of firewalls are packet-filtering firewalls, application-filtering firewalls, and proxy
servers.
Generally speaking, application-filtering firewall offers higher security.
8. What are the differences between cold and hot sites used for disaster recovery?
Answer—
Cold sites have the right environment for computer equipment (such as air conditioning and
humidity controls), but no equipment is stored in them. Hot sites, on the other hand, have all
the needed equipment and are ready to go.
Projects
1. The computer lab of a local college needs a one-page document that it will distribute to its incoming
students to increase their security awareness. After reading the information presented in this
chapter and other sources, prepare the document, which should include a 10-item bullet list of the
things that students must remember to reduce the risks of using information technology.
Answer—
Answers will vary.
2. After reading the information presented in this chapter and other sources, write a one-page paper
about three high-profile companies that faced security breaches in 2013. Identify a couple of the
vulnerabilities that enabled hackers to break into these companies’ systems. [Hint: Target
Corporation is an example.]
Answer—
Answers will vary.
3. Denial of service (DoS) is among the security threats that have been on the rise in recent years. After
reading the information presented in this chapter and other sources, write a one-page paper that
outlines four recommendations for dealing with this security threat.
Answer—
Answers will vary.
4. After reading the information presented in this chapter and other sources, write a one-page paper
that lists three anti-virus software applications; include one advantage and one disadvantage of
each. Which one do you recommend for the student lab mentioned in Project 1? What are the bases
for your recommendation?
Answer—
Answers will vary. McAfee, BullGuard, and Bitdefender are among the popular ponders of anti-virus
software.
5. After reading the information presented in this chapter and other sources, write a one-page paper
that identifies three companies (in addition to those mentioned in this book) that are using
biometric security measures for authentication. Why has each company chosen this alternative over
other security measures?
Answer—
Answers will vary.
6. After reading the information presented in this chapter and other sources, write a two-page paper
that offers five recommendations for improving the security of online transations. List two
companies that provide preventive measures for e-commerce sites. What are included in their
offerings? What are the costs?
Answer—
Answers will vary.
Are You Ready to Move On?
1. Mirror disks are usually more expensive than RAID systems. True or False?
Answer—
False
2. An intrusion detection system (IDS) can protect against both external and internal
access. True or False?
Answer—
True
3. Cable shielding is an example of a biometric measure. True or False?
Answer—
False
Answer—
C
5. Which of the following technology tools or techniques is not usually used for committing
crimes?
a. Spyware and adware
b. Proxy servers
c. Keystroke loggers
d. Phishing and pharming
Answer—
B
6. Which of the following strategies is not considered a physical security measure?
a. Corner bolts
b. Firewalls
c. Electronic trackers
d. Cable shielding
Answer—
B
1. What are three examples of devices that could be attacked by computer viruses?
Answer—
Heart monitors, pacemakers, mammogram, and X-ray machines.
2. What are the risks related to using electronic health records in hospitals and medical facilities?
Answer—
Exposing sensitive patient data to outside world.
3. What are three pieces of advice for reducing the risk associated with using these devices?
Answer—
Answers will vary.
(1) Manufacturers must improve the security features of these devices, making them more
difficult for hackers to break into. (2) There needs to be close coordination between the
manufacturers and healthcare providers to further enhance security. (3) Hospitals and
medical facilities must make sure that all the software running these devices is up to date
and any updates have been installed. (4) These devices must be blocked from Internet
access.
Case Study 5-2
1. Which networks at Sony were attacked?
Answer—
Sony’s PlayStation Network (PSN) and Qriocity music and video service.
2. Which information was stolen?
Answer—
The stolen information includes name, address (city, state, and zip), country, e-mail address,
birthday, PSN password, login name, and possibly credit card information.
3. How do companies such as Sony, Microsoft, and Apple protect their customers’ critical
information?
Answer—
Answers will vary. A comprehensive security system with thorough user awareness will
reduce security risks to private information.
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impeccable credentials with which I can furnish you, and then to pass
you on, with a brisk salute, into as strange a scene as you will see in the
world to-day.
For this sleepy little French town, with its inevitable Grand’ Place —a
spacious cobbled square—its narrow streets mostly named after local
politicians and other notabilities, its neglected-looking cathedral and
churches, its garish little shops, is a kind of museum of uniforms. Never
was such a variety of military caps seen together before: many variations
of the “brass-hat” of the Staff Officer, from a hideous kind of Sandford-
and-Merton pattern with a swollen crown, which some of the arbiters of
fashions have imported from Piccadilly, to the faded red and tarnished
gold of the Brigade Major from the trenches; the forage-cap of the Royal
Flying Corps, the Glengarry and Kilmarnock bonnet, the képi with its
khaki cover—badge of the French interpreter—the slouch hat of the
Gurkha, the puggaree of the Indian Cavalry, the common or garden
service-cap of Mr. Thomas Atkins.
Then the boots and leggings! What a multiple variety! Immaculate
field-boots of the A.D.C., boned and blocked and polished daily by
enthusiastic “batmen” until you can see yourself in their resplendent
surface; “pig-dealers,” the grey, close-fitting, canvas leggings affected by
the “horsy”; Stohwassers of every make and kind; puttees, brown, grey,
and blue; ski boots; canvas field-boots; “ammunition boots,” clean or
mud-caked and sodden according as the wearer’s duties take him near or
away from the firing-line.
The bureaux of notaries, of insurance agents, of exporters and
importers, have been turned into offices for the army services. Officers
with such alphabetical titles as I have mentioned above stride with a
preoccupied air in and out of old houses whose dilapidated fronts and
faded rooms breathe an atmosphere of fatigue that contrasts strangely
with the bustle within.
Here in a room that might have come out of an illustration of Du
Maurier in Punch of the seventies an officers’ mess is installed. Tins of
cigarettes and tobacco stand on the mantelpiece, the Sketch and the Vie
Parisienne lie about the tables, maps hang on the walls, in the depressing
atmosphere created by an abundance of rubbed and dusty plush, of cheap
brass ornaments, of soul-searing chromo-lithographs, of dyed grasses
crammed into vases as big as drainpipes. Perhaps the word mess conjures
up for you a picture of regimental plate, of shaded lights, of red-and-gold
uniforms. Banish it from your mind! “Cut it out!”
Meals at G.H.Q. have only one excuse—viz., that man must eat. They
are short and business-like, and the fare is plain. In this stern, hard-
working North of France they have none of the amenities of French life.
The wine is imported, and bad and dear at that; the cooking is atrocious;
and as for cleanliness, I have dined in my time at many a humble eating-
house in London where the food was served in a far more appetizing
manner than I have seen it in the hotels in this part of France. Soup
produced from soup squares, fish (on Wednesdays and Fridays, fish-
market days) or macaroni, then roast beef or mutton (ration meat, and
mostly very tough), followed by tinned fruit and coffee, is the average
menu of the messes at G.H.Q. Immediately after dinner everybody bolts
back to his work.
During the greater part of the day everything is in movement at
G.H.Q. Except for the orderlies waiting for messages outside the offices,
and officers here or there talking in the street, everyone seems to be
moving. Cars come chug-chugging up the narrow streets, waved in and
out by military policemen posted at the dangerous corners, with little
coloured flags affixed to the bonnet signifying the formation to which
they are attached. There are French cars, adventurous-looking cars, some
of them, heavily coated with the mud of Arras or the Argonne, or maybe
even the Vosges, bearing mysterious numbers and letters on their wind-
screens. They stand there in the sunshine while their drivers, begoggled
and leather-coated, chat with a French interpreter or two, with a friendly
town policeman, or a uniformed messenger from the Banque de France.
In the group there will surely be a British A.S.C. driver or two surveying
the Allied car with that silent mien of unspoken criticism which is the
attitude of the chauffeur the world over towards a car other than his own.
Clean, well-set-up fellows are the sentries in the town furnished by the
famous Territorial regiment incorporated in the G.H.Q. troops. The trim
General with the blue arm-band you will often see walking about the
town commands the G.H.Q. troops, and, as far as the British Army is
concerned, represents law and order in the town. The Territorial regiment
concerned has a drum-and-fife band that gives concerts twice daily on
the Grand’ Place, to the huge delight of the populace. It also organises
smoking-concerts of its own, at which a fine array of talent is
forthcoming. The pianist at entertainments of all sorts organized by our
army in the field within a wide radius of G.H.Q. is a private of this
battalion, a musician of no mean order.
If you want an idea of the medley of mankind that swarms at G.H.Q.,
come in here to the Fortnum and Mason’s of the place. At all hours of the
day the shop is full of officers and men, mess presidents and orderlies,
ordering biscuits and liqueur and wine and tinned fruits and cake and
macaroni and sardines and Heaven knows what. The trim young ladies
who serve know us all by our units, if not by our names. You may hear
them rating the patient and ox-like garçon, a stolid man of fifty or
thereabouts. “Eh bien! le whisky pour l’Intelligence? Où est-ce? Vous ne
voyez pas que le Capitaine attend les conserves pour les Indiens?
Voyons, dépêchez-vous!”
One afternoon in the shop I met a Guardsman of my acquaintance,
liaison officer with a French army. “The beggars won’t let me pay my
mess-bill,” he protested, “so I am getting something in the way of a
contribution to the mess. What do you think of asparagus?” And he went
off presently to his car with a huge bundle of asperges d’Argenteuil
under each arm.
There is no social life whatsoever at G.H.Q. For one thing, many of
the leading inhabitants have left the war-zone, and gone to live in Paris
or elsewhere; for another, the army in the field is far too busy for calling
and dining. There are no amusements. There is a theatre, but it is empty.
There is not even a cinematograph show. There are sing-songs arranged
by one or other of the different services from time to time, and one of the
A.S.C. convoys has a “rag-time band,” with mouth-organs and combs
and tin cans by way of instruments, which is said to be very successful.
But the fact is that no one has the time to organize amusements for the
army. For G.H.Q. is the hub of the army, the power-house that supplies
the driving-force to our army in the field.
Our army has established the most cordial relations with the French
inhabitants of G.H.Q. The town must be truly thankful for the British
occupation, for, on the testimony of the Mayor, the towns-people have
made more money since the English arrived than they ever made in their
lives. The English influence is very clearly seen in the shops. There are
no less than three shops, for instance, doing a thriving trade in all the
appurtenances of English games—badminton sets, tennis rackets and
balls, cricket bats and balls and stumps, and so on. Bass’s beer, Quaker
Oats, all kinds of sauces and pickles, Perrier water, English cakes and
biscuits, and, of course, English jam, are in the shop-windows, and are
largely advertised through the town. Notices in English are displayed on
all sides. “Watches Carefully Mended,” “Top-Hole Coffee and Chocolat”
(sic), “Manufacturer of Brushes and Brooms,” “Washing Done for the
Military,” are some of the notices I have remarked. At dinner-time
hordes of ragamuffins invade the one or two hotels and cafés with the
English newspapers which have just come up, having arrived by the
morning boat. In parenthesis I might remark that, in addition to the
copies of the London dailies given to the troops free as part of their
rations, enterprising newsagents have established themselves in all the
principal towns in the zone of our army, and send out newsboys with the
papers as soon as they arrive to all the troops billeted in the
neighbourhood. In this way I have seen the Daily Mail sold on a road
less than five miles from the firing-line, with the guns rumbling noisily
in the distance.
CHAPTER VIII
THE CHIEF
U “T C .” T S J
F F .
Sir John French presides at his dinner-table with delightful urbanity.
Books and battlefields have been the study of his life. He has, I believe,
read all the histories of the campaigns of the world’s great Generals,
from Julius Cæsar’s Commentaries down to Ropes’s History of the
American Civil War, and the text-books on the Franco-Prussian War,
especially the German. But he does not believe in reading alone. He is
fond of quoting a saying of Lord Wolseley’s: “A soldier ought to read
little and think much.” In accordance with this maxim, Sir John French
has not only read but assimilated, and he has done a great deal of both.
But the military authors have not alone engaged his attention. He is a
profound admirer of Dickens, and he can find suitable quotations and
similes from Dickens for the most varied situations of life. He is not a
great talker. He only speaks when he has something to say. But that is
always to the point, and often refreshingly original.
The Commander-in-Chief is a profound student of humanity. That is
why he admires Dickens. That is why he loves the British soldier, with
his whimsicalities and his contradictory ways. He knows the British
soldier as well as Lord Roberts knew him, and that is saying a great deal.
He understands the British soldier’s pride in his work, and therefore he
always gives credit where credit is due. When the Suffolks under his
command in South Africa walked into a hornets’ nest at Grassy Hill, Sir
John French took the first opportunity that presented itself—it was not
until several months later that he met them again—to tell them they were
not to blame for what happened.
“It has come to my knowledge,” he said to them, “that there has been
spread about an idea that that event cast discredit of some sort upon this
gallant regiment. I want you to banish any such thoughts from your mind
as utterly untrue.... You must remember that, if we always waited for an
opportunity of certain success, we should do nothing at all, and in war,
fighting a brave enemy, it is absolutely impossible to be sure of success.
All we can do is to try our very best to secure success—and that you did
on the occasion I am speaking of.” When the 2nd Worcesters saved the
day at the first battle of Ypres by recapturing Gheluvelt at the bayonet-
point, the Commander-in-Chief made every possible inquiry to find out
the name of the officer who had ordered the charge. The name of the
officer remained for a long time a regimental secret, but Sir John French
gave the gallant Worcesters a very fine “mention” all to themselves in his
despatch on the Ypres fighting. It was not until months later that it was
definitely established that the author of the celebrated order was that
most gallant soldier the late Brigadier-General C. Fitzclarence, V.C., who
was afterwards killed in action.
Thus, though Sir John French must fain deprive himself of the
privilege he would be the first to want to enjoy, of seeing his troops
actually at grips with the Germans, he is not simply a distant name, a
figure on an Olympic height, to the men in the trenches. He is a pillar of
strength, a man that soldiers trust, who voices to the great public beyond
this little zone of war the deeds that have won a soldier’s approbation, or
who gives vent in carefully chosen words to the soldier’s execration of
the cynical treachery of the enemy. The bond uniting the Commander-in-
Chief with the men in the field is not to be analyzed, for it is intangible.
But it is nevertheless a very real tie of mutual esteem, trust, and
affection.
Yet the army which in the fulness of time Sir John French has been
called upon to command is no longer the army of South Africa, a small,
highly trained band of professional soldiers whom the Germans, on first
meeting with them at Mons, dubbed in despair “an army of non-
commissioned officers.” Since the days of the Civil War it is the first
national army that England has ever had, and the England that has put it
in the field is the greater England of the twentieth century, the British
Empire, whose pioneers sprang from that selfsame doughty stock that
did not fear to lay hands on the Lord’s Anointed if thereby liberty might
live.
The army has flung wide its portals to the civilian. All barriers of caste
or wealth are broken down. The officer is no longer a member of a small
military oligarchy, nor the soldier the tough old professional fighter of
whom Kipling delighted to write. Mulvaney, Learoyd, and Ortheris have
not vanished from the army. But they have vanished as average types. If
they had escaped the destiny of so many of the magnificent fighters of
our original Expeditionary Force, which was the quintessence of our
standing army—six feet of earth in Flanders or a long visit to Germany
—the three friends of Kipling’s tales would have passed out of their
former sphere of action. The incorrigible Mulvaney, maybe, might yet be
a sergeant, the backbone of his platoon, putting the new-comers, officers
and men alike, up to all the dodges of the trenches. But the other two
would surely be officers, with suspiciously new Sam Browne belts, a
little uncertain of their social position, but treated with all the more
deference for that by their fellow-officers.
Socially it is a topsy-turvy army. Learoyd is brigade machine-gun
officer with the Military Cross, and has already learned the proper degree
of nonchalance in returning the salutes of men who, in civilian life,
maybe, themselves were wont to command, who perhaps even shared in
that incomprehensible English prejudice against the military which
refused the red-coat a seat in the stalls of a London theatre or a drink in
the saloon bar of a public-house. “When I went to see the old people in
Yorkshire in my uniform for the first time,” a fine old soldier of my
acquaintance, a sergeant of the Coldstreams with twenty-two years’
service, told me once, “my father said: ‘I never thought boy of mine
would disgrace the family by going for a soldier. Get out of here, and
never darken my doors again until you have taken that red coat off!’”
Nous avons changé tout ça! The last shall be first and the first last in
this citizen army of ours. I know of a peer of the realm, an Earl who is
the head of one of the oldest families in the British Isles, who is serving
as orderly in a clearing hospital at the front. When last seen he was
whitewashing and whistling a little tune as he worked, the bearer of one
of our greatest names at the beck and call of the humblest medical
student with a commission in the R.A.M.C., but, like the latter, filling his
niche in the service of the State.
Could one imagine a more difficult task, amongst all the manifold
problems which have confronted us in this war, than the expansion of the
framework of our little Expeditionary Force to embrace these hundreds
of thousands of men, from England, Scotland, Wales, and Ireland, from
India and Canada, from South Africa and Australia, from Fiji and the
West Indies, with their varying ideas of personal liberty and discipline?
That this task has been successfully accomplished is due, for one thing,
to the fact that every man in our army is an apostle, bearing within him a
message of liberty to the world, ready to subordinate every personal
feeling to the end of victory; for another, to the astonishing adaptability
of our race, which has enabled Lord Kitchener to stamp an army from
the earth, and Sir John French and his Generals to breathe into it the
spirit of our great military past.
If you took a small haberdasher in a London suburb and suddenly
increased his modest establishment until it reached the dimensions of
William Whiteley’s or of Harrod’s, would you blame the man if, even
with unlimited resources, he showed himself incapable of achieving the
same relative measure of success as he had attained with his little shop?
You know that you would not. You would rather blame the lack of
organization that had suddenly thrust enormously increased
responsibilities on a man who, had the process been gradual, might have
adapted himself to the growing dimensions of his business. Yet this is
what the country has thrust upon Sir John French. He, a General, like all
save the Balkan and Turkish Generals, without any experience of modern
European war, has been called upon to meet in unequal combat the finest
military brains that the application of forty years can produce, with a
sword that has constantly changed its weight and balance and length and
sharpness.
He has sustained the ordeal. His adaptability of temperament and
breadth of outlook, for which all Britons may thank God, has enabled
him to cope with an army ten times the size of the little force which he
originally led out to France, and to surround himself with Generals who
have shown themselves able to handle divisions where before they were
dealing with battalions. Not only have the numbers of our army
increased; the quality of our men has changed. The sturdy fighters of
Mons and the Marne have been reinforced by Territorials who are,
generally speaking, of a higher stamp of intelligence, and accordingly
endowed with the good and bad fighting qualities which the more trained
intellect bestows, and the men of the New Army, in which all types and
classes of Briton are found side by side in the ranks. Not only has the
question of the right leading of these new formations proved all-
important, the problem of their assimilation into the existing organization
was one requiring tact and a fine appreciation of the Imponderabilia of
the situation. That it has been successfully solved History, when it comes
to review the world-shaking events of our days, beside which man seems
but the puniest of pygmies, cannot fail to count to the merit of Sir John
French.
To our citizen army, then, Sir John French is more than a Commander-
in-Chief. He is a national leader, the man to whom it is given to direct
that fount of ardent patriotism which has inspired Britons, wherever the
Union Jack flies, to lay down their work and follow the drum. No man is
more conscious of the responsibility resting on his shoulders than Sir
John French. No man is more profoundly convinced of the justice of our
cause. No man could appreciate more gratefully the immense confidence
which the nation has reposed in him by entrusting to his care the greatest
army that the British Empire has ever put in the field.
CHAPTER IX
INTO THE FIRING-LINE
I G .
One soldier watches the periscope and the other attends to the
telephone.
I have been in several German trenches, and they were all well
constructed. The Germans are the beavers of trench warfare. They were
quick to recognize the rôle that heavy artillery was destined to play in
deciding the fortunes of the war of positions. Their aim has therefore
been to construct dug-outs, proof, if possible, even against hits with
high-explosive shells, in which their men can take shelter during an
artillery bombardment, and emerge, when the guns lift and the infantry
assault, to defend the trench with machine-guns, many of which are
made to sink at will into specially constructed cement shelters.
The Germans work with antlike industry. Thus, in the eight days that
elapsed between the loss of the trenches round and about the château of
Hooge, on the Ypres-Menin road, on July 30, and their recapture by our
infantry on August 9, they constructed an amazing network of trenches
and dug-outs. The vast mine-crater (caused by the mine we exploded
here on July 19 when we reoccupied it) resembled an amphitheatre with
its tiers of bomb proof shelters scooped out of the crumbling sides of the
chasm, and shored up with tree-trunks. The dug-outs in the trenches took
a diagonal plunge downwards, were most solidly constructed, and
afforded accommodation for four or five men at a time. They were, like
all German dug-outs, quite comfortably furnished with beds and
furniture from the abandoned cottages in the vicinity.
There are known to be trenches in the German lines which are lit by
electric light from Lille, but I have not seen any of these. Apropos of the
Lille electric-light supply, it is a fact that for many weeks after the
Germans had occupied Lille, Armentières, the important industrial centre
which is in our lines and which received its electric current from Lille,
only five miles or so away, continued to draw its electric power as
before. The joke was too good to last, and one day without warning the
current was cut off. It is believed that a spy revealed to the Germans the
fact that they were lighting the operations of the Allies.
What has struck me particularly about the German trenches I have
been in is the extraordinary collection of objects of all kinds that the men
have accumulated there. The German soldier resembles the magpie in his
pilfering and hoarding habits. Psychologists must explain the mental
state of a man who will go into action with articles of ladies’ underwear
in his haversack, or who will take ladies’ boots, a feather boa, or a plush-
covered photograph-album with him into the trenches. Their predilection
for looting ladies’ lingerie gave rise to a legend which in its numerous
versions resembles the story of the Russians or the Bowmen of Mons.
This story, which was generally current after Neuve Chapelle, was to the
effect that the infantry on entering the village had found some girls, half
demented with fright, hiding in a cellar. The theory was that they had
been carried off by the German troops for their own base uses.
When going round the battalions collecting material for the story of
Neuve Chapelle which I was writing—it was the first newspaper
message of the kind to be written from the British front in France in this
war—I came upon this tale of the women of Neuve Chapelle in every
imaginable form. Now the victims were peasant women, now they were
beautifully dressed demimondaines from Lille, or, again, they were little
more than children. Finally I reached the Rifle Brigade, the regiment that
was first to enter the village, and heard the truth. In one of the cellars in
which some German officers had been living a quantity of ladies’
undergarments were found. The sight of these lying on the ground
outside the cellar apparently gave rise to a story that was firmly believed
at the time right through the army.
I saw these German trenches at Neuve Chapelle within ten days of the
battle. They showed many grim traces of the fighting in the shape of
dismembered bodies, blood-stained parts of uniform, and discarded
equipment. I must say I was surprised to find that the trenches were
extremely filthy. The straw in the dug-outs was old and malodorous, and
must have been crawling with vermin. I believe that the plague of lice
from which everybody in the trenches, be he never so cleanly in his
personal habit, suffers more or less, was introduced by the German
soldiers who had been brought from Poland, notoriously the most
vermin-ridden country in the world. There were an extraordinary number
of letters, documents, books, and newspapers scattered about. In some
places the flooring of the trench disappeared under the litter. Our
Intelligence must have spent weeks in going over this material. Such
labours are well expended, however. Has not Von der Goltz himself, in
his book on War, told us of the value of such captures of letters and
documents to the Intelligence branch of the army?
The Volkscharakter, as the Germans say, finds very definite expression
in the trenches constructed by the Germans, the French, and the British. I
do not propose to make comparisons, which are always invidious, and
which, moreover, might involve me in paths where I should find the blue
pencil of the Censor blocking my passage. The German, with his craze
for organization and his love of bodily ease, builds a solid trench,
admirably suited, one must admit, to the purposes of this war. But I am
one of those who contend that there is such a thing as over-organization,
and I am inclined to believe that the German, with all his elaborations of