There was something terrible brewing. It saturated the air as plainly as the dark clouds delivered rain. The Turk loathed this anxious tension. He had been well aware for some time now that the British Empire had his greedy eyes set on the rich lands of the Ottoman Empire. Now he attempted to disassemble it piece by piece. The Ottoman Empire bit his tongue in bitter anger. The treasury had begun to run dangerously low and he had been forced to give up some of his lands just so that he could be certain that they would have enough food and water each day. Day by day the boundaries of the vast Turkish Empire began gradually to shrink, but even this was not enough to slake the appetites of the European powers who now fancied themselves as the "Allies."
Allies to whom? Some would say to the right cause, for justice and peace. Others would claim it was for mere selfish gain and not to uphold an ideal world order. In reality there was truth to both sides, and the Ottoman Empire felt this paradox now more than ever. The Turkish armies had been trained by Prussian generals, who in turn defended the German Empire against Allied attack. Therefore, in the eyes of these Allies, the Turks themselves must be in league with the Germans. That was enough for the British Empire to strip away Turkish lands with the blessing of the Allied nations.
The Ottoman Empire had no choice but to build up the land's defenses, and wait for the first strike.