Evening journal., 1915-07-24
BY WILBUR s. FORREST.


United Press STAFF Correspondent
LONDON, july 14.-(By Maf)-
Echoes from the firing lines in the
pardanelles coming back TO London
today in Soldier mail" proclaim the
comparatively small struggle between
the Turks and Allies on narrow Gal
lipoli peninsula the hercest single
campaign of the war.
All the horrors of battle in northern
France and Belgium on the gigantic
eastern front are repeated and mag
nifed on Gallipcli Every soldier let
ter has new thrill That the Turks
are a desperate army is admitted in
all of them.
The British army on Gallipoli is a
wondrous mixture Fighting beside
the turbaned native troops from India
are the Irish from Dublin, the fam
Gus MINISTERS and a regiment or two
from Cork. Further on down the
line are the men from faraway New
, zealand and Australia while other
/ trenches hold the British territor-
/ ials from Manchester. Birmingham
and Liverpool. The killed Scots from
Edinburgh and Glasgow are also there
as we'll as the picturesque uniformed
French Zouaves and bearded regulars
OF the French contingent taking their
chances against the Turks with the
British.
The roar of the big naval guns in
the straits blend with the smaller
noises OF the ,llery or land lf
the orackle nf MAJ hne s. g md rifle
ire.
THE spectacles We see here on
,lar d md wator VOL eve a heart
of flint" writes a member of the
Dublin Fusilers. mo words can ae-
scribe what we've left behind in our
march since We landed here. The
shore and sides Of the steep cliffs
we're dotted with the corpses of Turks
and British alike ! lost every pal
I know"
A picturesque story was received
today from Private A. NJ. Sampson,
18th Australian battalion He writes
Yesterday ! was In charge.
bayoneted a Turk through the neck
He was the first man 7 ever killed and
the sight made me sick and squeam-
ish I've tried to sleep since but its
lhard work for / frequently wake up
and seem to feel my Dayonet going
into the Turks neck. Ugh! It's be-
ginning to get on my nerves. How
ever. the life here is rather exciting
and a bit adventurous Within sight
of our trench is our watchdog war
ship patrolling mp and down and al
intervals letting out the 10-inch shells
lover our heads and into the enemy's
trenches | don't know her name but
We call her "Old Four tunnels" I've
been wounded But II was lust a
scratch of shrapnel on the leg so
haven't bothered TO report IT, Many
of my comrades have done their bill
and cashed in their checks One
especially liked was firing alongside
of me and exposed himself too long
a bullet passed through his temple
He cashed in at once, but so did thu
sniper that got him, for waited 70
him and got him in the same plac
, fifteen minutes later"
Advices in the same mail state
, that Sampson had been seriousl
' wounded and taken aboard a hosp
b tai ship.
= A private in the Sixth Manche.
! ter Territorials writes:
The countryside is beautiful br
the trees are torn by bullets an
4 shells. Gigantic pieces OF explode
projectiles from the warships Ii
about and shrapnel bullets as big a
tennis balls, dead Turks lie rottin
S against the scarlet peoples. The seen
! is both beautiful and horrible
Private II. J. Forrest. also of IN
! Sixth Manchester Regiment writes
e THE Sixth Manchesters have los
very heavily both in officers and mel
We have been in the firing line fo
NEARLY a month. On one occasion tn