Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-03-08


The graves Of Gallipor one Of the
Anzacs tells me Of them. MY pal was
struck with shrapuel while We we're both
reading the same letter from home he
says. We were off duty. far up on the
ridges overlooking the sea The wound
gaued In his back There was no atauch-
ing 1t. Every thump Of the heart pumped
out his life. Virtually lie was dead man
when struca He lived only q few minutes
with his pipe s'iIl steamIng. Clcnched in
his teeth
THAT night we stood around his
grave-uEder Turkish fire. over the wind
swept headlsnd the moon shone htfuly.
The singing bullets Of the enemy huttered
round MS. while the worn. hig-hcartcd padre
intoned the beautiful catholic iutercession
for the soul Of the dead
The soldier went on to describe the i'm
pressive scene. At the burial Of Sir John
Moore was heard the distant and random
gun. Here the shells burst i'm the midst OF
the burial party. Bearers were laid low
There was a rush for cover The grave was
hastily filed in, the service over and new
graves had to be dug for members Of the
mourning group.
STORY or THE TRENCHES
Next comes the story Of Ilenessy "'E
could eat like 'orse. could 'Euessy,' says
an Australian trooper can't yer give US
a bit Of grub? ed say, pIaintiye-lke, Far
dnkum, I'm 'ungry""
when e first come up and see the Turk
ish trenches: strike me pink says e.
where's them Turks they talk about"
says ! : They're right behind them sand
bags old boy And don't you forget it,
neither"
with that old Eressy sticks up his
bloomin' napper and was near pinched by a
sniper.
"'Gor blme, Ye IDIOT This amt no
garden party or swarr-ce.' | shouts, Dye
want to ave what's left of ye collected in
a sack and sent ONE to mother?
ED smoke on paraGe. too, would
Encssy | up and told i'm if the ofiicer'd
COP i'm there'd he trouble. Just than along
comes the bloomin' officer hsself Enessy
quick as lightning sticks his lighted flag
down south into is oNercoat pocket and
'olds II there out of sight. The officer shifts
about a bit then e asks Are you smoN-
in'%
mo. sir says 'Enessy. bold as you
like.
Well. ! can smell smoke says the
officer Then e looks ard at 'Enessy and
SAYS What's your name? |
- 'Enessy, sir
well, 'Enessy. your pockets on fire"
'Encssy looks and hang me if that bloom
in cigarette adnt set fire to is coat pocket,
But the officer only says: Don't do 1t again.
and marches of
II was during a weeks respite from the
firing line that IIenessy met his Waterloo.
He was detailed for guard down by the
spring where the drinking water came from.
an eerie task and dangerous, too.
'vThe FIRST night" continued iienessy |
pal when e was doin' Is Shift sees Il /
darl, figure movin and e challenges it three
times but never gets an answer, So e ups |
with lis gun like good old Anzac and lets |
fly.
when we rushes along to find out what |
the blazes the matter was, 'Enessy tells us
and we all crawl forward.
Cor blimc. II e 'adnt gone and shot |
one of them poor little Indian donkeys ,
which 'ad strayed along the beach He was |
chafred pretty considerable about it by is /
pals.
Next night when e was doin' is shift /
again, e sees another black shape moVin !
along the beach. and. thinl<in' il was is /
mates havin' a joke on him, e moves for /
ward to meet il with a big stick 'E adn't |
gone but few yards when there is
flash and loud report, aud poor 'Encssy
drops down, with bullet through is chest, /
Strike me pink 4 bloomin' Abdul ad done |
the deed and no donkey,
"Enessy was 1t pretty bad. but e ups
and grabs is rifle. and let's fly. straight for
Abduls face. Abdul gives a kind Of groan
and one more Turk ad gone to join is
Prophet,
"'E's still in hospital is good old 'Enessy,
and I'm off to see i'm now
The famous landing in Gallipoli and the
dash of the AnZacs over "Shrapnel Gully"
form an epoch in history.
They faced such a fire Of lyddite and OF
shrapnel that one wonders how any one OF
them survived at all
UNDER TURKISH FIRE
Bang-swish' Bangswsh Zir-zir Zip
went the Turkish guns.
1T was regular carnage" says an An2ac
30 l.ff nd rity OF
were falling, 'Ah, got mer says the lad on
my left, as he fell forward 'Oh-h-h comes
from directly behind-and, looking round |
see little Lieutenant D, with blood ooZ-
ing from both sides. | raise him to his feet
and at slow pace help him to shelter
Bang Bang Bang The Turkish ma
chine guns have spotted us. We are pep
pered again. My rife butt is blown off by |
the trigger-guard, and receive a smashing
blow that lays my cheek on my shoulder. |