World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Turkey -- Gallipoli Peninsula
The Main Supply depot is still in the same spot as in the days of
May, and there they must see that my indents are satisfied. Now they
are drawing on their reserve, and, as in the case of the evacuation
of Suvla, they are issuing from the inside of the large stacks of
supplies, for to the Turk these stacks must not appear to grow smaller.
The outside walls must be kept standing, and when the time comes the
depot officers will set them ablaze with hay and petrol, and long
before the Turk can reach the beaches they should be raging furnaces.
The Main Supply depot office is still in the same place as of old,
built out of supply boxes. Several times it has been blown down by a
Turkish shell, and why it has not been shifted I cannot think. More
shells are bursting daily round this depot during these days than burst
in a week of June on the whole of “W” Beach. If the Turks then had had
half the artillery that they have now, I do not think that we would
be here to-day. Smart, the depot Supply Officer, who was wounded in
August and who is now back sitting in the same old place, holds up his
ruler to me this morning, the same ruler which was the stakes of the
bet I had with him in the early days, that Achi Baba would be taken by
June 30th, and says with a smile, “This ruler is still mine, and Achi
Baba still belongs to Turkey.” Outside, Achi Baba looks more forbidding
than ever, like the head of a huge vulture waiting to spring.
Howitzer shells are dropping along the road, and as I want to go up to
86th and 88th Brigade H.Q. with Horne, we go along the cliff’s edge by
the Greek camp, still in the same place. The two Brigade H.Q. are in a
delightful spot, dug in on the side of the cliff just this side of “X”
Beach. I have a chat with General Williams and Sinclair Thompson. I
enjoy going there. It is absolutely off the target, though, as things
are now, one would think that there could be no spot on this tiny tip
of land where one could live at all for long. Back for lunch. At three
o’clock we are shelled badly in our quarter by howitzers from the hill
and by Asia’s “Quick Dick,” which is on you before one can duck almost.
General Birdwood has been here and had a look round. As before
mentioned, the 29th are to be last. It is rather a lot to ask of the
86th and 88th after that storm and the strain of one evacuation, but
it shows G.H.Q. put a great value on us. Up to midnight I am at the
Main Supply depot drawing the remainder of reserve supplies for six
days for the Division, which are being put up in Leith Walk and Clapham
Junction respectively for the 87th and 88th Brigades. As in the case
of the evacuation at Suvla, the 86th Brigade leave shortly. Officers
and men on “W” Beach are falling sick fast, with the continual strain
of shelling, and in view of the evacuation are being sent off at once.
There are one or two cases of men losing their reason.
_January 2nd._
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