World War, 1914-1918 -- Australia; World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Palestine
The first day out he chewed up two signal flags and all the
straps on my mate’s gear. Half-way through the stunt he
faced the East, struck a prayerful attitude and, with a
don’t-give-a-hang-if-you-shoot-me-I-won’t-move expression in his eyes,
prepared to rest. Our sergeant shot him, whereupon he displayed more
agility than anyone had hitherto thought he possessed, and gambolled off
over a ridge. A sympathetic New Zealander recaptured him, but took
warning from the black looks and wild gesticulations of the mob. Shortly
afterward a report was heard. Lofty’s soul had gone West. Visions of the
photo I intended to send to my best girl, of my illustrious self mounted
on a fiery charger, faded into oblivion; and as I transferred my
trappings to a spare mule, I vaguely wondered, from force of habit, what
characteristic and peculiarities my new mount possessed.
“ACRABAH.”
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[Illustration:
“A LIGHT HORSE TYPE”
_By W. O. David Barker_
]
Concerning Medical Blokes
The Army Medical Corps is a chain of many links. Let the lay mind which
has condensed its conception of the Corps’ duties into “picking up the
wounded,” reflect upon an interwoven organization of Base Hospitals,
Convalescent Homes and Rest Camps; Auxiliary Hospitals, Isolation
Hospitals and Dermatological Hospitals; Stationary Hospitals (which are
liable to move about) and Casualty Clearing Hospitals—we are working up
the chain from the back to the front—Motor Ambulance Units and Hospital
Trains and Hospital Ships; Divisional Receiving Stations, Field Dental
Units, Field Operating Units and Field Laboratories (these all hear the
firing of the guns); Field Ambulances (which comprise within themselves
Field Hospitals), Dressing Stations and Advanced Dressing Stations
(these get bullets through their tents and shells in their bivvies);
and, end of the chain, the Medical Blokes with the Regiments. They are
the last link; they are the tip of the longest tentacle of the Medical
octopus. Truly, modesty forbids me from adding that they are the
sweetest violet in the bunch.
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