Trooper Bluegum at the Dardanelles

ECIAL FORCE ORDER-THE "PENINSULA PRESS"-TO BURY THE DEAD TURKS-VENIZELOS-"WHERE STANDS GREECE?"-

s, and we have killed some of them. They certainly fared the worst; and w

oft and drop bombs on the opposing trenches. When our aeroplane goes up the boys yell out: "Lay an egg on the Turkeys!" When the Taube drops bombs we "duck" to shelter. Most of our spare time we sp

the attack on our position on May 18-19 the enemy had at least 10,000 casualties. The Australians lost about 500. Time and again the Turks charged in solid phalanx, but withe

received a special "Force Order" from General Sir Ian Hamilto

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e enemy, the General Commanding desires to explain to officers, non-commissioned officers and men the real significance of

s made by successive Turkish armies to dislodge them the rotten Government at Constantinople is gradually wearing itself out. The facts and figures upon which this conclusion is based have been checked and verified from a variety of sources. Agents of neutral

he strength of the defende

sula, 34,000 and

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s disembarked. Our Expeditionary Force effected its landing, it will be seen, in the face of an enemy superior not only to the covering parties which got ashore the first day, but superior actually to the total strength at our disposal. By

ts upon the new-comers; and again the Turks must certainly have given way had not a second reinforceme

y its gallant comrades of the Fleet, but with constantly diminishing effectives, has held in check or wre

cond-class troops. Up to date his casualties are 55,000, and again, in giving thi

t in an appearance, the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force will press forward with

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s this "Official Account" of the enemy's losses:-"The burial of the dead on the Australian and New Zealand front was completed yesterday under the armistice asked for by the Turks. The n

German losses between Steenstraete and Ypres, despite their use of asphyxiating gas which their enlightened scientists had been able to place at their disposal. We read this: "The British Navy has rescued 1,282 German seamen and marines from German warships sunk. Not one British seaman or marine has been saved by Germans in like circumstances." We read an extract from the Greek newspaper Athinai relating to the elections in that country: "If the people give the victory to the party of M. Venizelos, then the Entente Powers will have no further anxiety concerning us; Greece will be ready for war in accordance with the programme o

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, but submarines and mines lurk in still waters as well as rough-and out of the calm sea came the thing of death. From the moment she was struck till she turned turtle but fourteen minutes elapsed. A dozen launches and torpedo boats

, as long as there are Hymns of Hate i

eye. Two seconds ago a big shrapnel shell burst right in front of our dug-out. The bullets flew everywhere, and we bolted to shelter. No one

d fro across the waters, lest some adventurous submarine should attack. All was peaceful. Ashore, the wild flowers blossomed on the hillsides. Birds chirruped contentedly in the scrub. Soldiers released from a night's vigil in the trenches sauntered along the winding ro

and re-echoed with peals of thunder. Shrapnel shells and "Jack Johnsons" went screaming overhead, to burst with a deafening report over our trenches and bivouacs. Our guns were so cunningly concealed that the German artillery officers could not locate them, and for the most part their shells ploughed up the unoffending earth, or made

e marvel was that our losses were so few. Gradually the big guns grew silent. Our warships aimed a few salvos on to the enemy's position, then drew o

slands seemed to rest against a superb canvas on which Nature had splashed lavishly a wealth of gold and rose-red and saffron and purple and amethyst. The sea i

ing-sheds and on mining fields, on board troopships, and in the bush; but never had I attended such a service as this. Captain McKenzie, of the 1st Infantry Brigade, and Captain Robertson, of the 2nd Light Horse, were the officiating chaplains. Soldiers, unkempt, unshaven, unwashed, lolled around on the path or the hillside. Men coming

d in the rattle of musketry or the bursting of shrapnel. And because of the shells and bombs which cont

l of the night. Others formed up for the reserves. The rest of us returned to our dug-outs, to snuggle in while the roar of battle raged overh