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Z Force member's diary summary of Z Special Operations 1944 & 1945 involving secret deliver  behind enemy lines of Australian Z Special Commandos by American submarines ....

Albert Vinall Diary

Albert was like many other young, courageous Australian men, enlisting to fight for his country. He, also, was meticulous in keeping memorabilia, almost everything he could have been given, bus and train tickets, postcards, letters, photographs, etc. Sadly, he died a few years ago before I could talk with him at length.

Garrett War Diary - ANZAC JUNE 1915

1 June 1915 Tuesday
A Squadron doing duty on Popes Post. Lieutenant BROCK shot dead in the trenches this morning. To date officers are:-
Lieut. BROCK, shot through base of skull
Major FULTON, shot through part of lung - pleurae.
Major PRIESTLY, bullet shattered hand.
Captain Lewis, of C Squadron, shot through lung.
One dead and four wounded. We left Heliopois with 485 on strength and to date have had nearly a hundred casualties.
Force Orders posted up on beach reviews the month's operations April 25th to May 25th. At the commencement of the campaign the Turks had 34,000 troops, all Nizam or 1st line, and 100 guns, on Gallipoli and 41,000 troops half Nizam and half Redif or second line on the Asiatic side. These latter were transferred to this side. By May 12th we had them wet and would soon have finished them off, but for the reinforcements to the extent of 20,000 arrived from Syme and Constantinople. Later they received an additional 24,000 reinforcements making a total of 120,000 and also received 21 batteries of artillery reinforcements.
Their casualties at the date of the order, according to a conservative estimate, were 55,000. So that they should not have many first line men left on the peninsular.
The prisoners brought in a day or two were elderly men. Questioned one of them who stated they lived mostly on bread and olives. Their pay is 4 francs per month, but they never see it.
PONSOMBY back from Lemnos tells us something about the women there. All females are either children or middle and old aged women. The Turks, some years ago took all the eligible of the weaker sex to stock their harems. So no wonder all women and children fly at the approach of a soldier. The population is mainly Greek, and it is a Greek possession. 25,000 is his idea of the population.
The Marivitavia was in harbour, having brought over 5,000 Tommies. It is rumoured that 25,000 French, English and Colonials lie over there now, waiting for the time to land here.
Am afraid my costly bridging etc., is going to the pack on account of this awful war. I pulled a piece of gold crown off one of the teeth as big as a fingernail. Commenced to grow a beard as they are quite the prevailing mode here, but I must have aimed too high and now instead I am limiting my efforts to a dainty moustache. I came in for such a lot of criticism that I decided the whiskers were a failure, so they were erased.
Knickerbockers are very fashionable too and most of us have cut down our infantry trews down at the knees. As my knicks are fairly baggy I can quite realise what it feels like to wear kilts. Especially if one has to stand to Arms as we do at 3.30 a.m. every morning.
Finished my 24 hours shift at 5.00 a.m.
Lousing i.e. searching for lice. Has become quite a common occupation among us. We sit in our dugouts dwindling times of slackness, in the most approved Cairo manner (we used to feel sick when we saw the nigs up to it) and carefully go through our underclothing inch by inch. And in most cases it does not require much patience to indulge in this latest form of hunting. Am becoming more and more experienced each day in culinary arts. Discovered that by crushing the whole meal biscuits and boiling and adding salt and sugar, they make a very fair porridge, especially if jam can be added. Onions, desiccated potatoes and bully beef make a very fair representation of stew. And yet we are at War! We are living better now by miles than we have lived since first enlisting.
3 June 1915 Thursday
Down the beach swimming this afternoon. A shot splashed in the water a few feet off. Snipers are getting busy just near this point, the left flank beach.
Going down I noticed a group of craft about ¼ mile from the shore and composed of two or three trawlers, a lot of lighters and two small barges loaded with cases of stores. I thought at the time they made a splendid mark for the Turkish gunners. Sure enough coming back the enemy had came to the same conclusion and shells were throwing up the water around the boats. And in nearly every instance the shell would land somewhere among them. One either grazed or hit one of the loaded barges with quite sufficient force to move it through the water. The trawlers with one exception made themselves scarce and the exception was slowly getting under way with the two barges in tow. Up to now I had not seen a sign of life on board but a shell striking on the deck of the trawler sent several of the hands scurrying forward.
I don't know why everyone should laugh on such a serious occasion for the shell caught her with a frightful impact and at first it looked as if it had set her on fire, and I don't see how a shot could land as that did without injuring and killing someone, but I suppose it was the same instinct that makes everyone laugh and cheer when they see a comrade ducking around the corner of the sand bag barricades in the gully to avoid having his brains blown out by a Turkish sniper.
The way that trawler dropped those barges and scuttled off like a startled terrier was distinctly amusing. It did not take her long to get out of range, and the two barges began to drift towards Kapa Tepe. The final act was the dashing out from shore of a fast and furious little pinnace to rescue and tow to safety the two drifting tenders. That pinnace made some pace and perhaps was going between 25 and 30 knots.
Arriving at bivouac I found everything in a state of confusion. We had got orders to shift. By 6.00 p.m. we were in our new bivouac in the narrow but deep ravine between Walkers Ridge and Popes Hill. Alick and I took up temporary position unfortunately we were too close a proximity to the latrine, especially was this fact brought to mind when we began to prepare our own.
Issue of rum to court many happy returns to his Majesty.
4 June 1915 Friday
We were 'imshed' out of our retreat at an early hour this morning to make room for the road makers. A nine foot road is being cut through at bottom of the gully. So we are now installed in a fine dugout of our own making, situated some 40 or 50 feet up Pope's Hill. A sap runs nearby and I have just been looking at the soles of three hobnailed boots that protrude from the face of the sap with mixed feelings. These boots are about 4 feet from the top of the sap and whether the occupants are Turks or Australians is hard to say. If they were our boys their grave would be marked with a cross I should imagine.
It is not the first time we have had dead men to keep us company in our bivouacs. The rest of the Regiment are also hard at work making "possies" to camp in.
We go to the trenches next Wednesday I hear. Snipers got to work this morning and five of our men went down, two of them for good.

4th June 1915 Friday cont…
Left Alicks and my waterbottles and waterjar at the old bivouac this morning, Sergeant Cook PAUL found them and took the bottles down to the pumps to fill them. He was shot dead on the way back. A very strange thing happened in connection with this. The occupants of the next door dugout were busily sleeping while we were making ours. I can say for sure that no one came and imparted the news of PAUL's death to them or that they left their dugout that afternoon until 'Licker' SMITH climbed out and remarked that he had dreamt that PAUL was shot. He had been killed about an hour previous. "Licker" says that nothing similar to this has occurred to him before. As the top of their dugout was covered with a blanket keeping out a good deal of the sound I don't see how he could heard any body below calling out the news. And then we were working within a yard or two from them and would have heard it before him if anything. But MacKenzie who was also sleeping in the same dugout reckons that Licker was asleep. In any case I can't believe Licker would say a thing like that if it was untrue. It seems a case of telepathy or clairvoyance.
The war boats have been keeping up one continual roar all day and they say poor Atchi Baba is getting fits. This presages the grand court. It is rumoured the Turks want an armistice to talk about peace. Am pretty tired tonight, have been carting stuff and working the pick and shovel all day.
5th June 1915 Saturday
We were attacked, the New Zealanders this time. The Turks position on Quinn's Post, the hottest bit of ground in the whole of our line.
Hard to find out exactly what happened, but believe we gave them hell and they returned the compliment.
As we are support for Pope's Hill at present. It did not affect us much but the right was made hideous by the heavy artillery and rifle fire not to speak of the bombs and the bursting of star shells which illuminated the whole of our valley with a gruesome light.
6th June 1915 Sunday
First Church parade I have seen since coming here down in ravine this morning.
Cantabury Rifles. On duty 5 a.m. yesterday until 5 a.m. this morning. Sanders overslept the morning before and blamed his lapse onto Ottoway. Adjutant Viney had to come up the hill and hauled me out of bed. But it was nothing to do with me as I was not on duty that morning.
SergeantMajor had all signallers lined up in Viney's Avenue and 'administered in a fine flight of passionate oratory, a stinging rebut'.
Last night passed very quietly, though I found my lonely vigil standing in the bottom of the valley under the Adjutants dug-out, dragged very tediously. Spent some time rummaging in other peoples' pantries for something to make a supper on.
7th June 1915 Monday
While on the beach today, which has the appearance of Manly during surf bathing season, I saw about 20 Turk prisoners hard at work navvying. They were under guard of cowise, and were putting up a dugout for their own accommodation. Most were in ragged drill khaki and some had glaring red or pink shirts. Herded along with them was one of the Engineers who had enlisted in Broken Hill and had been arrested that morning in the act of signalling to the Turks. No handcuffs on but he had his boots removed. Some of the fellows reckoned he was a Greek or a Levantine of some sort.
The first thing the prisoners asked on coming in were we going to cut their throats. The Constantinople Press reported that for the first time in history Turkey was invaded by an Army of cannibals. Thats us, and we eat all our dead. Various rumours going around about Archi. According to the latest, we have gained a portion of it.
I hear they have got another spy. This time a stretcher bearer.
The sortie of the 5th appears to have been not a success. We gained their first trench but found few Turks therein. Then we got into a support trench and "imshied" the beggers out of that. Got to work and got material in by way of communication trench. Galvanised iron, timber, spades and shovels, sand bags, ammunition, bombs etc. Held it for about four hours but the pace got too hot on account of the enemy pouring bombs in. The bombs were downing half a dozen at a time, and we had to retire. About a hundred men missing, wounded and killed.
Its about time some other scheme of getting those particular trenches was tried.
Fever has broken out at Lemnos I hear, and we have had a few cases here during the last day or two. I would not be surprised it enteric or something like that shortly makes its appearance. Big green blowflies and the ordinary variety of flies are beginning to make themselves a pest. A conference between the Turks and us has occurred, but it was not a success owing to the Turks wanting too much.
This afternoon three of us went on digging a sap. Plenty of cigarettes. I am getting more than I care to smoke. We are getting lately quite a packet a day. The last lots were 'Major Draphers'. The latest are 'Honeydew'.
Our losses today amount to about 25%.
Supply ship came in today and pinnaces were taking out customers. But our representatives got in too late and found her cleaned out.
Things at English prices. Very cheap.
Issuing clothing. I got pair of worsted socks and flannel shirt. All Tommie clobber. Could have got a pair of slacks and a drill jacket, had I cared. Also boots, big heavy black ones with horseshoes on heals, and big studs all over them. Fine footwear. As far as our material comforts are concerned it is an impossible to growl, plenty of everything.
The Peninsular Press states that the advance of a few days ago (we heard it amounted to the capture of Atchi) is an advance of 500 yards over 3 miles following artillery bombardment.
Lieut. DAVEY QM has gone to Lemnos with a 'footballers knee'.
After doing a few days mining on Quinn's A Sqdn we are doing a week in the trenches have only a couple of casualties. Lieut BROCK killed and Joe MUNN (Cowboy Joe) shot through the leg. We have fared worse than that in our bivouacs.
Even our Doc and Padre drew drill jackets. In fact the officers are looking, as far as our regiment goes, as much of the scarecrows as the privates are. Major Barret Garibaldi, shirt, money belt, and pair of privates slacks. Captain VINEY about the same, though his slacks are cut down showing a pair of 'Highlanders Knees'
It looks as if we are to get no more clobber from Australia. All I see now comes from the Old Dart.
We shift up to the firing line tomorrow.

8thJune 1915 Tuesday
There is practically no Australian infantry men left in this sector now. 1st Light Horse Brigade and New Zealander Rifles. Another charge on Quinn's Post last night but I don't think it came to much good.
9th June, 1915 Wednesday
Shifted bivouac to the top of Pope's Hill.
What with the extra kit a man has been collecting this bivouac shifting has become a bit of a contract, cooking pots and pans, tucker, extra water sheets, firewood, water tins etc. So here we sit, very near the top of Pope's position with the open sea before us at the bottom of the valley.
Destroyers prowling up and down and exchanging a shot occasionally with the Turkish batteries, are the only craft seen at present.
On the opposite side of the ridge where the New Zealander Mounted Rifles are entrenched is a battery of howitzers which, though we can not see them from here, keep coughing and barking over our heads. We can watch the Turks shelling the Indian Mountain Battery and the Indians replying. This performance usually begins near to sundown.
We hear that four of our Monitors got up the Dardanelles and did some damage. Also a submarine repeated the exploits of some time ago. It sank a Turkish war boat, two transports, two supply boats and an ammunition ship.
10th June 1915 Friday
Received an issue of bread today, the first taste of bread since leaving the "Grantually", much appreciated.
Cholera said to have broken out among the Turks.
Warned for duty 5.00 a.m. tomorrow
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{Got an account of the last sortie made from Quinn's. It appears it was the last time the Aucklanders in the trenches. The Wellingtons were in the next day when the Aucklander were given a charge *****
object of the charge was to get the enemy out of it while we repaired and strengthened our own position. The Aucklanders didn't see why they should always have to do the dirty work for the Wellingtons
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( I take this information as it is told *** and I don't vouch for accuracy)
11th June 1915 Saturday
Took pretty bad with diorher (can't spell it I admit) last night. Doc took temperature and prescribed calomel pills. Opuim pill after tea. Quite off colour and as week as a cat. I wonder if that handful of dry figs I shook down at the Quartermasters stores yesterday had anything to do with it.
Five rounds of rapid fire last night. The Turks replied with something like 20 rounds I should think. Just a wh*er*e to make them expend a bit of powder, which I hear is a scarce item with them.
We are to be issued with infantryman's web equipment shortly so it seems as if we have said goodbye to the gee-gees.
Though not authenticated we hear that the Germans have recaptured Pe*rongel.
Corporal Capohlove, our popular A.M.C. man, again prescribed for me after tea (wholemeal biscuit soup called porridge by Alick and I, constipation pudding by the residents in the next villa) black pill to ease matters and another variety to drive away the headache. I hear those figs I was rejoicing over, were condemned by the Doctor. Took a handful of dried figs when down drawing stores and attribute the trouble to them now. There is more that a ton of them in bags.
Got Alick to change shifts so that he could take mine tonight. Had a rotten night of it.
13th June 1915 Sunday
¾ issued of bread today. Finished my shift at noon and go on again at noon tomorrow. Waking this morning by a terrific din, I looked out and saw a 4 funnel battleship pounding away quite close into shore. She kept on the move and I hear she was the HMS LONDON. Circling around her to ward off submarines were half a dozen destroyers. In addition to this our batteries were kicking up a frightful row. A nice awakening for such a balmy Sunday morning.
Had to take the sanitary diary down to DAMS on the beach and took the opportunity to have a dip. I have never enjoyed swimming in all my life as I do from this beach. Passing over a few yards of pebbly beach on comes upon firm sand. The water is very icy at first but once into it, it is splendid.
Quartermaster fatigues to draw headquarters rations this afternoon.
At tea time one of our aeroplanes passed over us to the Turks position. We saw her drop three dark objects in succession, heard three explosions, as an Australian cheer to each "bang". We could hear volleying from the Turkish lines as if they were firing upon it, and shrapnel shells were bursting close to the plucky airman.
The position here seems to be almost that of a siege. We do not intend to advance but by means of sorties etc we want to hold all the Turks possible. A field order states that there are 30,000 Turks in front of us. We are warned not to relax vigilance and not to take it for granted that the Turks will not attack during daytime because they adopted that procedure in the south. Though we know that they can not get through our line we want to be ready for them as that we can inflict as great a loss upon them as possible. Reinforcements will be arriving for us shortly and the Turks getting this information will probably make another attempt to "drive us into the sea", before they arrive.
Wireless messages as to progress a war are being posted up on the stacks of stores down at the beach, one states that the British casualties are to date 250,000, deaths 50,000.
13th June 1915 Sunday
Lt Col PLANE Chaplain to the 3rd L.H. has received a call to Alexandria.
Everyone is anxious to know how people in Australia are taking things. The latest paper I have is May 8th and according to that, the Australians know that we have gone into action but have no details. A chap was telling me how his people writing to him relate the particulars of casualties was withheld with the result that Sydney Town Hall was stormed or was threatened with storming unless particulars were made public.

14th June 1915 Monday
We have gone back on the old flour biscuits again. I hope for not long.
Everyone is smashing their false teeth. I never credited biscuits could be so hard. Like Joffre I am nibbling.
The Turks have had the neck to put a battery within 400 yards of Courtney's post. Our howitzers are going to have a try at rousting them out.
We are now using a crude looking arrangement made of iron and wood. Standing about 2 feet high with a length of pipe poked cheekily in the air called a bomb howitzer. Seems pretty successful but is very rough looking in construction, and from what I can see firing a bomb from it accurately is a matter for experience.
15th June 1915 Tuesday
At 6.00 a.m. this morning I had to take the daily statement of ammunition on hand to the ordinance at Brigade Headquarters. While near the Quarter Masters stores "foraging", a splinter of a shell which must have hit Courtney's whirred into a sugar stack close handy, cut open a bag and the contents poured out, the stack collapsing as a result.
We sighted a queer looking craft off our foreshore this morning. A seaplane hovered over, hawk fashion, while another kept watch over towards the Turks at the back of us. Presently she began to spit fire. A terrific report then a sound like an express train tearing over a bridge and finally the explosion of the shell.
Getting out telescope to work, we made her to be one of the new arrivals, a monitor. The main deck, fore and aft is quite low in the water. There seems to be the usual decks in the middle and the only guns we made out were turreted guns fore and aft. Probably 9.2 inch though I have heard some carry 12 inch guns. Only one funnel and one mast. I noticed that no destroyers and mine sweepers performing the usual revolutions around her as they do when it is a battleship doing the bombarding.
The aeroplane overhead, hovering hawk fashion and seemed perfectly stationary to us, evidently spotting for her. She seemed to be bombarding the rear of Atchi Baba.
After diner I had to go down to the A.D.M.C. on the beach Division Headquarters. Got an explanation re being attached to New Zealanders. The whole of the forces here comprise two divisions which in turn form one Army Corps. That is, Australia and New Zealand Army Corps. One division is the 1st Australian Division and is composed of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Infantry Brigades. The remaining Division is called "The New Zealand and Australian Division" and is composes of all the New Zealanders and all the Australian Light Horse and in addition the 4th Infantry Brigade. The former division was commanded by Major General BRIDGES until his death. The latter division is commanded by Major General GODLEY (I believe that is his correct designation). The Corps is commanded by Lieutenant General BIRDWOOD. By the way this latter officer announced that he would have a welcome statement to make to "us colonials" tomorrow.

15th June 1915 Tuesday
Colonel CHEVAL in charge of number 3 Section Defence has gone to hospital ship with pleurisy. Lieutenant Colonel STODDART is O/C acting. Lieutenant Colonel ROWELL is really his senior but he remains in charge of Pope's Post.
The hours of changing shifts has been altered to noon. We are now getting duty every second day as a consequence of a lateral phone line being laid along this section.
16th June 1915 Wednesday
Shifted bivouac from Pope's Hill to one of our old bivvies behind Brigade HQ. Shrapnel has been bad today. Three of 1st Signal troop camped near here were topped. A lot more were caught on the beach. A shell passed right through one man without exploding.
Sat up last night to listen to "suspicious" sounds away on our right flank. Heavy rifle fire a long way off accompanied by artillery fire. The fellows were talking about it today and the opinion is the Helles people are on the advance. There has been a continual rumble down in that direction all day today.
17th June 1915 Thursday
Went down to the beach for a swim, but had to defer naval operations on account of unavoidable circumstances.
The Turks must always get wind of my coming or is it that there is a fairly continuous downpour in that locality. No sooner got down that shrapnel began to splash among the swimmers and there was a general movement towards the piles of boxes on the shore. I got under shelter of one of them and watched the display. How no one was hit beats me.
A New Zealander was telling me how while at Helles, he used to catch frags for trophies and get jam in return.
Frenchies are very active at night time so he reckoned. They used to curse them being on their flank and making the night hideous with a continuous rifle and artillery fire. He had no time for the Terriers. They (his lot) one night were to be relieved at 8 O'clock but the terriers didn't put in an appearance until One, and then the first thing they thought of was their dugout and when they got into it they stuck well into it. Sengalese were great on retiring.
Signallers on fatigue. Erected a sandbag platform for a 400 and a 200 gallon tank.
Started work at 8 p.m. under superintendence of Captain FARR and Corporal BLUE . Rather enjoyed ourselves especially rolling the tanks up the valley to their position.
They made a frightful noise and the next morning we heard people talking of the "horrific bombardment" of the night before. We didn't know two persons we surprised at one of the barricades and we found that the livid sulphurousity which accompanied the tanks on their path drove them away. Was pretty late when we got them into position. All water for these stationary tanks is brought from Malta and other places. It comes up in canvas bags and aeroplane petrol tins on mule carts. The water in some of the wheeled tanks or water carts is well water medicated
18th June 1915 Friday
Rum issue tonight. The first for nearly a fortnight. "The Turks have lager beer and we had rum", the latest 'latrine'.
After breakfast the Turks gave us a surprise, in the shape of 8 inch shells. The first landed two feet from our own temporary incinerator, which is in the bottom of this small gully we are in. Considering that there are about 20 dugouts within a radius of 15 yards and the nearest of them only a few feet away we had some apprehension as to what was to happen next. Luckily it struck in a very soft spot. We were on fatigue duty. Had to go to the beach to get some chloride of lime to burn two bodies we unearthed digging the sap. We were rather glad to move. Before leaving we received two more. One (landed) in the stores and the other on the rise above our bivvies. Scattered cheeses and shifted a ton or two of earth but did no other damage. Went down to inspect the damage when we heard number 3 coming. Number 3 hit about 30 yards away, I ducked behind a big high sandbag barricade which shook like a jelly from the impact. Then we discovered that Sergeant MITCHELL urgently wanted that lime. I think they had intentions of reducing "Farr's Fort".
Fried bread for dinner.
Hurried outside our dugout to witness affray on one of the many terraces constructed by the landscape artists on Courtney's Post. This hill overlooks us and the terrace must be about 300 yards way. These two combatants were plugging into one another on one of the middle terraces. The terraces above and below were crowded by New Zealanders.
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19th June 1915 Saturday
Issue of cigarettes today. No tobacco. Matches box to section in Squadrons. We scored one box to two packets of cigarettes per man.
Rumoured that Greece is into it, but I suppose that, that is only the Anzac version of Veniglos being returned Premier.
Sneaked down to the beach with Bill Boyer this morning ostensibly to fill water bottles. Met General BIRDWOOD on the track in the sap. Asked where we were going and if we had an order to go to the beach for water, and what we belonged to. Have passed the old chap many times before but that was the first time I have troubled to speak with him. Got some onions for a stew, as a result of a foraging expedition and was nearly arrested for my pains. As usual the Turks started their schrapnelling, putting a couple on the waters edge below the steps just as we were going up them on our way home.
At about 4.00 p.m. one of our aeros went over head and dropped some eggs for the Turks' tea. Bacon and fried biscuits for tea.
20th June 1915 Sunday
On duty at noon today. BOYER and MORTIMER, remainder of gang. Why am I in charge of party in preference to MORTIMER, who is a Lance Corporal, I can't quite understand.
Some buzzes. Turks have sent an ultimatum. If we don't surrender within 24 hours they will. It is also rumoured that they cut off our searchlight to within 2 feet of the lamp.
Addition to our menu, boiled rice for tea. Rice preventative of diarrhoea.
11.00 p.m. a sham attack tonight. I was on duty when it came off and was ready for it. About half an hour before the Officer's whistles sounded on Courtneys. Don't know where this came in. Attack was preceded by what I thought was a very unnatural stillness. The signal was two shots from the war vessels in the gulf. The next second and it was almost impossible to make yourself heard. The Turks must have spent a little ammunition in reply so some good was done. The bullets were cracking into the opposite bank.
21st June 1915 Monday
Came off duty at noon. Store ship came in today and the Brigade drew a proportion of stuff for the three Regiments. We (twelve signallers) got two bottles of sauce, one bottle of pickles and a tin of milk.
I see that the post at Quinns has a sort of wire netting fence erected in front of those trenches as a result of last nights dummy attack.
Lots of diahorrea about and I have got another slight touch. After having diner, rice and sugar, I went down for a swim. A large size tugboat was near in towards shore and I surmised from that that Greece is now into it.
A wooden jetty about 12 feet wide and about 50 or 60 yards has been completed in the centre of the Cove. The Engineers have made quite a substantial job of it. According to the latest reports the French are making good progress today and have captured several lines of the Turkish trenches. In fact the buzzes going around favour the idea that the Turks are almost driven from Atchi Babar.
Saw a party practicing bomb throwing under the direction on an officer, who did the observing and gave the range. The thrower of course was in a trench and could not see his mark and the "bombs" were jam tin filled with solids.
Last night with Artie HUTTON officiating on the mouth organ we commenced a singsong. "Home Sweet Home" sung very feeling. "Sweet my Lord" and such like songs seemed to appeal. More than the comic. Perhaps the effect of the night and the circumstances and the fact that it was Sunday combined to make it so. We got quite a coterie of good singers around so that the likes of me shut up and listened instead. The night was still and the moon at its half. The shooting was very intermittent and the machine guns were exceptionally silent. Shouts from the supports and from the muleteers down below carried across to us with exceptional clearness.
The stillness was explained about 11.00 p.m. when the warships boomed out and row commenced. The Jap bombs could be traced by their trail of sparks from the mortars muzzles until they disappeared and crashed over the ridge. I was surprised at the time they take to go the short distance they do. This is accounted for the fact that they must have travelled a couple of hundred feet or more into the air before turning over. There were three on Courtneys and were firing from half way down the ridge. The noise was terrific. I had to shout into Dick MILLER's ear to be heard. He was on sentry guard and we were the only two on duty in the bivouac.

22 June 1915 Tuesday
Went up to see the position of the 9th Light Horse this afternoon, via the beach. Looking from the beach one sees a deep ravine with base precipitous side which run to the top of a high flat hill. The climb was very steep and one has to go through nearly a half mile of saps before arriving at the mule track which skirts the edge facing the sea.
Arriving at the top we entered a labyrinth of saps which were the bivouacs and support trenches of the regiments occupying the firing line. There was Gun Road, Todd Road, Broadway, Shrapnel Street, Meldrum Lane etc. All marked by their respective finger posts.
Looking down the precipice in the narrow track at the bottom were the transport mules which bring the water and rations to the post.
Noticed in one part the following posted up, 'Persons are requested not to stand about here'. It was a few seconds before I realised what was inside the shelter. It was a big gun, probably a six inch however pointing out towards the Turks right flank. The sandbags and roof of the gun itself were decorated with branches, as to almost hide it from passersby.
One trouble up here is shrapnel. Went into the firing trenches where my mate found his friend who is in C Squadron 9th L.H.. They seemed to be taking things easy, and the trenches looked quite comfy. All periscopic rifles in use. Sniping was going on and occasionally a Turkish bullet struck our sandbags. Had a look at the Turkish possie and had a few shots.
The Turks at this point creep up at nightime and bombard us with bombs. We retaliate in the same way.
I could see one of our outposts entrenched about ½ mile off. A splendid view overlooking the coastal country towards Bulair is seen from here. Cultivated fields and about 2 miles away a town about the size of Salisbury.
Suvla Bay had two Destroyers in it.
Near here is a salt lake near the shore. On the other side of the Gulf, Eros way can be seen in the distance.
The Turk trenches are shallow here and are so built that if we took them they would afford us no cover.
We came back to our own bivouacs by a different route, which led us down a narrow deep and winding sap to our bivouacs which are really on the slope of Walker's Ridge. On the way down we could see the country as far as the Asiatic side of the Straits and the Turkish lines on Quinn's and Popes were plainly indicated. The trench we were in appeared to be almost our extreme flank on that side and was a dead end.
A Squadron man named Rhodes killed today in the sap above.
23 June 1915 Wednesday
B Squadron shifted up into the trenches on Popes today.
In the morning went down for a dip, I always try and get where I can. My "daily shrapnel" am getting to call it. Shells began to strike the steps going down the hill onto the beach itself. They appeared to be shrapnel shells striking the ground before they burst.
Had our swim in peace, however, on coming back I remarked to Alex that we would "imshi" some over the dangerous zone. Sure enough half way through we heard the shriek of an approaching shell. I ducked and made myself as small as I could, and everyone else did the same. I though my last day had arrived. It passed just overhead and landed about a chain away where it did no damage.
My day for duty today.
Orders came out that applications will be received from non-coms and privates for Commissions in the new Armies being raised. Age 18 to 30. 30 preferred unmarried also for preference. Applications must be recommended by our C/O. Suitable applicants go into a training school. Fifty Pounds is given to supply clothes etcetera, to the successful one. Everyone seems to have put in. In fact I'm of half a mind to myself, but a late rumour says that General GODLEY does not intend to pass our Colonel's recommendations on. Saunders, Sergeant Major and Ottoway amongst Sigs put in.
"Peninsular Press" says that the French have taken the well known Turkish redoubt dubbed by them the "Hariest"
24 June 1915 Thursday
Came off duty at noon. Nothing eventual occurred during the shift.
This last two weeks has been a very quiet period. Except on one or two occassions there has been none of the heavy bursts of firing that were so frequent when we first came here.
Disaster on the beach today. Saw two shrapnels wing 33 men. Three or four killed, the first shell got 17. The clearing station was full of wounded. A pinnace came in with a barge piles high with shining empty kerosene or biscuit tins. Shining in the sun it made a splendid target and the Turks had a hard try to crack it.
Unloading guns down there, I should imagine a battery at least of 5 inch field howitzers. Royal Field Artillery City of Glasgow Territorials.
Observed a beautiful "shrapnal effect" overhead tonight. A bursting shell formed a perfect smoke ring, which remained intact for quite a long while to be admired and commented upon.
25th June 1915 Friday
While swimming this afternoon, whistles blew and everyone was ordered out of the water. A Dreadnought could be steaming up from Cape Hellas, accompanied by a retinue of Destroyers. By the time we had got back to bivouac the fun commenced. I borrowed Alex's glasses and climbed up along the sap towards Walker's Ridge. Picking up a "possie" safe from Turkish snipers, I had a good view of her in action. She was in quite close and half a dozen destroyers were circling around her. She was said to be the "Lord Nelson" and was firing in the direction of Atchi Babbi. After firing about 20 shots from her big guns, she steamed back to Hellas. The Turkish batteries were bursting shrapnel all around her and amongst her and the protecting Destroyers. She would fire four shots in quick succession, her guns making a terrific explosion and emitting a blinding flash. Could not observe the effect though a cloud of dust arose from the valley beyond Courtney's and a pall of brown smoke hung like a cloud over the spot where her shells were bursting long afterwards.
While I was there I had a look towards Hellas where transports and war vessels were engaged near the shore. A licker cloud of smoke hung over here too and the bursting puffs of shrapnel.
What we suppose to be a Taube, passed overhead this evening. Instead of the customary red wings she had black crosses underwing. Our men fired upon her and she dropped some bombs.
We exploded a mine under the Turks at about 10.00 p.m. on Courtney's Post and accompanied the act with a good burst of rifle fire and bombing to which the Turks replied vigorously.
26th June 1915 Saturday
A yarn I got from Otto:
Lord Rochdale who has since taken a Commision in the Army was stopping at the Tewfir Hotel at Helwar. The Light Horse went down there to bivouac and he met and conversed with a lot of the non-coms and men at the hotel. However, it was a flash hotel and was put out of bounds by the officers. His Lordship was disgusted and locked himself up in his room and refused to have anything to do with any of the officers, who he described as nincompoops. Commenting that the men, as a class, were better educated and compared with the former to the officer's detriment. So the story goes.
A shrapnel burst over our bivouac at midday wounding one C Squadron's men.
Reported that Chanuk was in flames yesterday. Everyone still in good health in spite of the rumoured outbreak of enteric, of which I have heard was nothing more. Diahorrea is the principle trouble. (Howitzers = how.is.its) While on duty this night between 10.00 p.m. and 12.00 p.m. saw two bombs burst well over behind Quinn's Post. They came over like comets followed by firey tails of sparks. Pieces splashed all round but I think they burst to high to do any damage. The Turks are evidently using bomb catapults.
Alex ground up some wholemeal biscuits in Bills mortar and pestle and after making it into a paste put it into a pan to fry with fat. We eat these patties with marmalade, and, I wish I hadn't. Diahorea is very prevalent and this is my third or fourth attack.
27th June 1915 Sunday
Up again on duty at 2.00 a.m. after a couple of hours sleep.
Very bad and all I have eaten today is a couple if pieces of toast I managed to make, and marmalade.
The Turks gave Walker's Ridge a terrific peppering at daybreak. 40 men are on the casualty list. The 8th Light Horse lost their Adjutant and Major, and their Colonel is badly wounded. The terraces on Courtney's where the supports are bivouacked were stirred up by a Turkish bomb. Eight wounded.
I heard two partners having a row this morning, one told the other he was, "too lazy to get up to b____ well knock off."
At about 5.30 a.m. the Turks attempted an attack. It was half hearted and only a few got out of their trenches. The supports hurriedly got their accoutrements on and stood ready. Lasted about 20 minutes. I turned in and went between the blankets and went off to sleep in the middle of it, which shows how crook I was. The Officer jumped out, game enough, but the men did not follow so their attack was a failure.
A note was recently tossed into our trenches on Quinn's Post.
It said, "Cheer up Australian's. When Bulgaria and Greece come in you will be out of this."
So runs the story.
During the shrapnel shelling this morning a pellet pierced the ground sheets over our dugout and landed on my blankets. Luckily I was outside cooking breakfast at the time.
Heard a good gag today about our General Birdwood and Sir Ian having a row, it depends upon a pun on Birdwood, "bird would".
28th June 1915 Monday
At about 10.00 a.m. this morning everybody was talking about the string of transports and war vessels moving out from the islands towards Hellas.
Went up into saps on Walker's Ridge where all the southern portion of the Peninsular can be seen. A warship surrounded by half a dozen destroyers and many sweepers was moving up to a position on the Turks right flank and about two miles from the shore. A balloon boat had a big dirigible shaped balloon of saffron colour up doing the spotting. A couple of destroyers were spitting fire. A continual rumble was going on and there appeared to be a bush fire raging down there. The 'bush fire' was the smoke and dust from the bursting shells either ours or the Turks. It is hard to imagine anyone living under such a bombardment. A black jet of smoke would rear itself upwards to a height of 50 feet or more marking the spot where our gunboats were hitting. Half a dozen transports were lined up down there and we are conjecturing as to what is going on.
At midday a cannonade and rifle fusillade commenced along our lines waking things up considerably. The Turks disturbed our dinner by landing shells about 50 yards above us along the saps we go up to do our observing from. The firing along our section has eased off now, 4.00 p.m., but is still heavy on the right flank. We hear that the allies have taken 500 yards of trenches down at Hellas. I'm tipping something happens before the week is out. Things have been dormant for about a few weeks now, our snipers and bomb throwers have gained a complete ascendancy over the Turkish ditto. The Turks have sniped very few of us lately and daren't man their loopholes now-a-days. Very few of them will stay in the fire trenches either.
Peninsular Press of 28/6/15 states. The Douctor of the Military Museum at Constantinople has issued the following notice:-
"The public are hereby informed that the 700 British mitrailleuses and 300 French cannon captured during the battle of Ari Burnu at Gallipoli by our heroic troops in the course of bayonet charges in which they drove into the sea and drowned more than 20,000 of the enemy, will be on view in the foreign gallery of the museum,, immediately after the cessation of hostilities."
Tonight we made demonstrations to scare the Turks. They were sending up green flares and star shells, one of which burst over our bivouac. There are about a dozen balls of flame in the main they were in three colours, red, green and white. Our fellows did a bit of rapid firing. And shouted and put their guns above the trenches but nothing serious happened.
29th Jue 1915 Tuesday
Yesterday's engagement.
Owing to the heavy fighting at Hellas yesterday the Turks sent troops from here to reinforce. When we learnt this an attack was made on the Turks left flank. We were to take two lines of trenches. This was done by the 2 Squadrons of 5th Light Horse 2 troops of 7th Light Horse and 2 Companies of 9th Infantry. Supported by the 11th Infantry. The Turks had sent reinforcements which had got as far as Eski Keui but these returned to meet our men and the batteries and machine guns played havoc among them. But as usual our men were impetuous and they went further out than they should with the result that our own fire (from war vessels) did them a lot of damage. Our casualties amounted to some 200 or so, perhaps more, and I hear that the Turks let our people go out and collect the dead and wounded. The engagement occurred near the position known as the Lonesome Pine.
At about 10.00 p.m. a squall struck us suddenly. Dark clouds illuminated by a continuous play of lightning passing over, but there was no rain. Simultaneously heavy firing commenced all along the line and the effect was errie.
At 1.00 a.m. we were all called to arms and remained under arms until daylight. We have been in reserve for the last fortnight. This morning we have got a more detailed account of what happened and I can see the result of last night's work. It appears that the Turks made a couple of half hearted attacks respectively on Courtney's and Pope's Posts. On the latter position the poor devils seemed to loose themselves as soon as they got out of their trenches.
But the serious attack was made down the valley in which we were bivouaced a fortnight ago. Between Pope's Post and Walker's Ridge. The number of Turks that charged down into the valley is hard to get at. They made a terrific noise. You could hear them yelling "Allah Allah", and officers or non-coms howling to the men.
Estimates of number vary from 100 to 600. There are 20 dead laying up there now quite easily discernible, but the greater portion of the damage was done by our machine guns when the Turks were silhouetted against the skyline scurrying back to the trenches. The 2nd Light Horse were in it and they lost their second in command, Major Nash, and three men. The valley is very thickly covered by undergrowth and there was nothing to mark the position of the enemy when they got among it. Though it was a full moon and it was principally the flash of gunfire we had to guide us.
I got some momentos of the event in the shape of clips of Turkish bullets taken from a dead Turk's bandolier.
Some of the dead struck me odd, being 3rd line troops uniform much better and in some cases and one scraggy little Turk had a leather bandolier which was fastened by bits of wire and looked as if it had lain in a sublime heap for years. Others again were splendid looking chaps some wore blue uniforms.
A Turkish aeroplane dropped a message a few days ago informing us that it was time to surrender as our fleet had left us and that we would be well fed by them (the enemy).
1st Battalion Departure:-
I wonder if the departure of the 1st Battalion on the night of the 29th had anything to with the Turks attacking us. They have gone to Imbros for a few days holiday, and the enemy may have imagined, having seeing the tug leaving with lighters of me that we were sending reinforcements to the point.
Attack of the 29th on our left flank:-
A factor which contributed greatly to the checking of the enemy was that unknown to them General RUSSELL had thrown out a secret sap between the Turks and us, and this completely protected our extreme flank.
 
30th July 1915 Wednesday
At 8.00 p.m. we shifted to the trenches on Pope's Hill. We released the 1st Regiment who became reserves while the 2nd Regiment continued as supports.
Commenced my shift at noon today. I am in charge. Mortimer (Lance Corporal), and Boyer are the rest of gang.
Noticed two white top kites of some size in the air on our right flank, what is the idea, I wonder.
About the same time as last night another thundery squall passed over us, but this time we got a bit of rain. Only a shower but we had practically no shelter up in the box and it was not pleasant. The Turks chose this time to fire heavily upon us. With the passing of the storm, however, the firing quietened down. We pulled in a dead Turk or two and had them buried during the night. One of our other posts pulled in what they imagined was a dead Turk, but he proved to be unharmed.
Flies are getting very bad and the weather has warmed considerably since we arrived.

Mondays Engagement;-
At Anzac there were 250 casualties. We attacked and advanced 700 yards at 1.00 p.m. and withdrew to our original position about 4.30 p.m. the 29th Division comes in for great praise for its work at the front, advancing and bringing the left flank up 1,000 yards. Losses are 1,750.

 

 

 
 

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