Transcriber's Note: Italic text is denoted by _underscores_. ON THE ANZAC TRAIL SOLDIERS' TALES OF THE GREAT WAR Each volume cr. 8vo, cloth, 3_s._ 6_d._ net. I. WITH MY REGIMENT. By "PLATOON COMMANDER" II. DIXMUDE. The Epic of the French Marines. Oct.-Nov. 1914. By CHARLES LE GOFFIC. _Illustrated_ III. IN THE FIELD (1914-15). The Impressions of an Officer of Light Cavalry. IV. UNCENSORED LETTERS FROM THE DARDANELLES. Notes of a French Army Doctor. _Illustrated_ V. PRISONER OF WAR. By ANDRÉ WARNOD. _Illustrated_ VI. "CONTEMPTIBLE." By "CASUALTY." VII. ON THE ANZAC TRAIL. By "ANZAC." LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN 21 Bedford Street, W.C. ON THE ANZAC TRAIL BEING EXTRACTS FROM THE DIARY OF A NEW ZEALAND SAPPER BY "ANZAC" LONDON WILLIAM HEINEMANN _London: William Heinemann, 1916._ TO THE MEN BY WAY OF ADVERTISEMENT This is the story of the Anzacs. It is told by one of the New Zealanders who was with them in Egypt, was present at the Landing, and who did his little best to uphold the honour of Maoriland in the long and grim Battle of the Trenches. It is the tale of a man in the ranks. It is told without gloss or varnish. _And it is true._ _Komate! Komate! Kaora! Kaora! Komate! Komate! Kaora! Kaora!_ Tene Te Tonga Te, Pohuru Uru; Nana È Tiki Mai, Whaka Whiti Tera— Hupani! Hupani! Hupani! Kupani È Whiti Tera! Which is also true. CONTENTS PAGE JOINING UP 1 OFF 13 LIFE IN EGYPT 28 EAST AND WEST 48 DAY BY DAY 68 "THE BATTLE OF THE STREETS" 98 AT GRIPS 108 THREE WEEKS 143 SITTING TIGHT 174 THE ORDER OF THE PUSH 204 CHAPTER I JOINING UP When the Great War struck Europe I was living with my people in Ireland. I had served in the South African campaign, so, of course, I realised that it was up to me to roll up again and do my bit towards keeping the old rag flying. It's a queer thing, but let a man once go on the war-path and it's all the odds to a strap ring he's off again, full cry, to the sound of the bugle. I reckon it's in the Britisher's blood; he kind of imbibes it along with his mother's milk. When all's said and done we are a fighting breed. A sporting crowd, too, and we tackle war much as we would a game of football—or a big round-up in the Never-Never.