In the Line of Battle: Soldiers' Stories of the War
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In the Line of Battle: Soldiers' Stories of the War
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
Everybody knows how the transport _River Clyde_, with two thousand
British soldiers packed in her, was deliberately run ashore on V
Beach, at the southern point of the Gallipoli Peninsula. Great holes
had been cut in her steel sides, to make doors through which the men
could get ashore when she was hard and fast, without embarking in
any sort of craft. Land they did, in the end, though they suffered
heavily through the Turks’ terrific fire. I did not see that famous
and wonderful performance, but I disembarked, with my regiment, close
to the transport while she was still aground. We had almost the same
experience as the troops from the _River Clyde_ had gone through. We
forced a landing, in spite of barbed wire entanglements in the water,
traps which had caught many a fine fellow and held him till the enemy’s
fire got him. It is odd to talk of wire entanglements in the sea,
grabbing and tearing you as you plunge into the water, to wade ashore;
but there they were, one more new feature in a war that has been full
of strange and devilish things. Before we landed in Gallipoli we had
experience of transport, trawler, barge and pinnace; and we were no
sooner at the end of the voyage from England than we were under deadly
fire and in the thick of it.
We went right into the firing-line, and the Turks gave us more than a
warm reception--it was hot. We were under fire all the time we were
landing, but we had the uncommon good luck to suffer no loss. As we
forced our way ashore we saw plenty of evidence of the desperate nature
of the adventure of the men of the _River Clyde_; but we were too much
absorbed in our own affairs to pay much heed to what had happened to
other fellows.
We had got ashore on July 16th at Seddul Bahr, and stayed there all
night. So that we should be as comfortable as possible we made dug-outs
in the face of the cliff. The cliff at that place is very hard, and we
had plenty of blasting to do, as well as work with pick and shovel.
My mates and I had put plenty of elbow-grease into our own particular
job, and had finished our dug-out and got into it, to be cosy for the
night. It was very much like animals going to bed. We were worn out,
and lost no time in going to sleep. I had gone off soundly and knew
nothing till I was roughly roused by some fellows shouting, “Wake up!
Wake up! Three of our chaps are buried alive!”
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