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At Suvla Bay

Chapter 9 MAROONED ON LEMNOS ISLAND

Word Count: 1121    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

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les, belts and rolled overcoats, we went down the companion-way into the waiting surf-boats. Again and again these boats, roped together a

the Naval Division, who was casting o

flies an' sand-noth

The glare of sunlight on the yellow sand hurt the eyes. The deadly silence of the place was oppressive-esp

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ireless station and little groups of

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der our armpits. We trudged to our camping-place along the shore. One or two Greek natives followed us about with me

but the inside was yellow with pink and crim

ual eating of melons to allay the blistering thirst helped the disease. Many men slept close to the latrines, too weak to crawl to

e stars burned white-hot

rlooking the bay. We could see the green-and-red electric lights

d a hundred-and-one articles necessary to the work of the Medical Corps in the field: all this had to be man-handled through the sand up to our camp about a mile away. And the sun blazed, and the flies pestered and stung and buzzed and fought with each oth

ily sick. We wanted to g

moping here: working in the blazing heat, and crawling to the latrines in the chilly nig

hey sat all day near our camp selling melons, tomatoes, ve

and very salt. Here were tiny shoals of tiny fish. The water was clear and glassy. There were pinky sea

ise the deadly silence held. There were red-winged grasshoppers and great

r-tank boats, about a mile and a half d

eek-Armenians, Turks and Ethiopians, Egyptians and half-breeds of all kinds from Malta

sh galleon days. We went suddenly back to a savage life. We went down to bathe stark naked, with the sunset glowing orange on our sunburnt limbs. Here it was that Hawk p

last we were on the move. We worked with a will now. The great day would soon dawn. Some of us would get "put

out at night towards the great

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At Suvla Bay
At Suvla Bay
“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