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At Suvla Bay

Chapter 2 A LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY

Word Count: 970    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

seen. We found out the R.A.M.C. depot and reported. A man sat at an old soapbox with a lot of pap

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old

ge

lig

ake

Oats!-Section '

E" was camped, we went off up the town to look for lodging for the ni

here the woman agreed to let us stay th

l of fleas. The moonlight shone through the window. The shadow of a bar

as to get down to the parade-g

was a Pears' Annual print of an old fisherman tellin

a for breakfast, and I think the woman

about for "Section E" and found their lin

had to go on a tent-pitching fatigue under a sergeant wh

uge "dixie" and grope with your hands at the bits of gristle and bone which floa

'em round?" sai

r I ain't-wot yer

meat on it from the lukewarm slosh in our "dixie." But some one who was very hung

ll," and roll-call went on morning, noon, and night. Even when your own particular r

mons, G.- Harrison, I...

. We squatted in the mud, and we had one

. One old man would smoke his clay-pipe with choking twist tobacco. Most of the others smoked rank and often damp "woodbines." The language was thick with grumbling and much swearing. At first it was not so bad. But some one touch

old us on parade that we were "going to Tipp

e Government siding and locked us all in a

heese before starting, but I, in com

g when they bundled

us got aboard. Out of the six hundred, five hundred were sick. It was a very rough crossing, and we were all starving and shivering. I had nothing but wha

ing. At last I found a coil of rope. It was a huge coil with a hole in the centre-something like a large bird's nest. I got into this hole and curled up like a dormouse. Here I did not feel the cold so much, and lyin

ing. The first thing I noticed was that the grass in Ir

a very hard crust of bread in my haversack, and e

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At Suvla Bay
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“John Gordon Hargrave (6 June 1894 – 21 November 1982), (woodcraft name 'White Fox'), was described in his obituary as an 'author, cartoonist, inventor, lexicographer, artist and psychic healer'. As Head Man of the Kibbo Kift, he was a prominent youth leader in Britain during the 1920s and 1930s. He was a Utopian thinker, a believer in both science and magic, and a figure-head for the Social Credit movement in British politics. "At Suvla Bay"; Being the notes and sketches of scenes, characters and adventures of the Dardanelles campaign. (Excerpt from Wikipedia)”
1 Chapter 1 IN WHICH MY KING AND COUNTRY NEED ME2 Chapter 2 A LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY3 Chapter 3 SNARED4 Chapter 4 CHARACTERS5 Chapter 5 I HEAR OF HAWK6 Chapter 6 ON THE MOVE7 Chapter 7 MEDITERRANEAN NIGHTS8 Chapter 8 THE CITY OF WONDERFUL COLOUR ALEXANDRIA9 Chapter 9 MAROONED ON LEMNOS ISLAND10 Chapter 10 THE NEW LANDING11 Chapter 11 THE KAPANJA SIRT12 Chapter 12 THE SNIPER-HUNT13 Chapter 13 THE ADVENTURE OF THE WHITE PACK-MULE14 Chapter 14 THE SNIPER OF THE PEAR-TREE GULLY15 Chapter 15 KANGAROO BEACH16 Chapter 16 THE ADVENTURE OF THE LOST SQUADS17 Chapter 17 "OH, TO BE IN ENGLAND!"18 Chapter 18 TWO MEN RETURN19 Chapter 19 THE RETREAT20 Chapter 20 "JHILL-O! JOHNNIE!"21 Chapter 21 SILVER BAY22 Chapter 22 DUG-OUT YARNS23 Chapter 23 THE WISDOM OF FATHER S--24 Chapter 24 THE SHARP-SHOOTERS25 Chapter 25 A SCOUT AT SUVLA BAY26 Chapter 26 THE BUSH-FIRES27 Chapter 27 THE DEPARTURE28 Chapter 28 LOOKING BACK