last year, professor chris bell gave a fascinating presentation entitled "churchill and the dardanelles." he was kind enough to add a subtitle, it was not all churchill's fault. [laughter] by the way, chris will be publishing a full-length book on this subject in may. it will be well worth reading. i would like to begin this account of winston churchill and the first world war at the end, not the beginning, and on a personal note. at the 11th hour on the 11th day in the 11th month of 1918, the guns of war fell silent across europe. the greatest conflict the world had ever known was over, leaving 20 million dead in its wake. on that morning, a 12-year-old boy was playing in the street near his home in the middle class neighborhood of berlin. unlike the next world war, berlin had not been pulverized by aerial bombardment. its great monuments, palaces, homes and neighborhoods were intact. germany had not been conquered and on the western front, its army still stood on allied soil. in that fact lay the seeds of a horrible myth, the step in the back, which would hot german politics. the 12-y