We are going to have a real hard and rough time of it until, at all events, we have turned the enemy out of the first objective. Hard, rough times none of us mind, but to get through them successfully we must always keep before us the following facts: Every possible endeavor will be made to bring up transport as often as possible; but the country whither we are bound is very difficult, and we may not be able to get our wagons anywhere near us for days, so men must not think their wants have been neglected if they do not get all they want. On landing it will be necessary for every individual to carry with him all his requirements in food and clothing for three days, as we may not see our transport again till then. Remember then that it is essential for everyone to take the very greatest care not only of his food, but of his ammunition the replenishment of which will be very difficult. Men are liable to throw away their food first day out and to finish their water bottles as soon as they start marching. If you do this now, we can hardly hope for success, as unfed men cannot fight, and you must make an effort to try and refrain from starting on your water bottles until quite late in the day. Once you begin drinking you cannot stop, and a water bottle is very soon emptied. Also as regards ammunition--you must not waste it by firing away indiscriminately at no target. The time will come when we shall find the enemy in well-entrenched positions, from which we shall have to turn them out, when all our ammunition will be required; and remember, Concealment whenever possible, Covering fire always, Control of fire and control of your men, Communications never to be neglected. (Signed) W. R. BIRDWOOD. I am here reminded of an incident regarding this human, kindly commander that may have a smile in it for the reader. The Australians or Anzacs took pride in distinguishing themselves by the wearing of an emu feather (the feather of their native bird) in their caps. No Anzac was happy without an emu feather in his cap. I have already said how willing and anxious the Australians were to make good in their military duties, but how hard it was for them to enter strictly into the conduct demanded by militarism. A certain sentry didn’t salute General Birdwood, who at that time wore no emu feather in his hat, an omission the Australians resented. “What do you mean, sir,” demanded General Birdwood, “by not saluting me? Do you know who I am?” “No, who are you?” “I am Birdwood.” “Then,” said the sentry, without any loss of his own dignity, “why don’t you wear a feather in your cap as a bird would?” The general stared hard at the man for an instant, tried to frown, but laughed instead, and there was no court martial. CHAPTER III GALLIPOLI