Woken up at 7 by our men, returning after a
week of it.
Dreadful state. Under 300 left for line of 400 yards.
Several hundreds knocked up with
dysentery. The rest missing after
Suvla. Recognised one in my
platoon. Frightfully aged, hollow cheeks
and with a week’s beard on him. Never
troubled to rub flies off his eyelids.
8 o’clock: met Cubitt Adj., Beck, Birbeck
and Major Barton. Only four officers
left.
Breakfast: porridge of biscuits and milk
and flies and cold ham.
Met Colonel just came late of
Munsters. Splendid fellow.
Chose dugouts. Share mine with George. Lunch very nice. Slept afternoon. Woken up shelling from front Battery
(English) 400 yards off. Turks reply and
shelled beach for an hour. Just missed
hospital tents. Navy replied with 12”
shells which whistle just overhead. Our
position is in rest camp 800 yards from front line. Reverse side of hill with little caves dug
out for the men. Bullets keep whistling
overhead, day and night and always under shell fire but fortunately they have
ranged only once on us. Splendid night
in Burberry. Luggage not yet arrived.
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