The men were always glad to hear about that indomitable fighter, Paul. We were able to point to Kum Kale in the distance, which our battleships had bombarded some days previously. It is the ancient Troas, from which Paul sailed, and Troas again is the more ancient Troy. He 'made a straight course to Samothrace.' This would take his little ship (something like that Greek lugger sailing in our sight) over the place where a few days before our good friend, H.M.S. _Triumph_, was sunk by a submarine. And there, to the right, was Samothrace, in its snow-capped beauty, facing us. That was the romance. We were in the ancient world. The reality was that we were verminous, plagued with flies and all the diseases they bring. After visiting the dug-outs that day, I had to bathe in the Gulf of Saros, wash all my clothes, and, dressed in others less worrying, try to sleep in my cave of Adullam that night. Experiences solemn and weird were ours on that craggy shore. A Communion service at that same place stands out in my memory. How freely the men came to the Table of the Lord! In the beautiful twilight they sang hymn after hymn as relays of men took their places. It was a setting solemn and impressive as any cathedral of man's building for such a service. But there was a grim reality about it too, for as they sang: I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless! Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still if Thou abide with me! others, who had left the service for duty, were passing in single file up the long communication trench armed for the fray. It seems a strange and romantic fact that when we returned to Egypt, after the evacuation of Gallipoli, our main camp was at Tel-el-Kebir. Sir Garnet Wolseley's trenches were visible on the outskirts of our camp. But what is more interesting, is that on the march to the desert front our force followed the line mainly of the sweet-water canal, which is probably the route of the Israelites under the wise generalship of Moses. Some units took a route through the Desert to Ismailia. There was less romance about their experiences, and a reality which does not lend itself to description here. Crossing the Suez Canal, we campaigned for some months on a route which ultimately brought us to a post seventeen miles out in the desert. What an opportunity for the padre of re-telling the story of the wandering and fighting of the hordes of Israel under Moses and Joshua!