World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Turkey -- Gallipoli Peninsula
Just before 5.30 the guns suddenly stopped. The officers passed the
word, “Prepare to go over.” Next second the Brigade-Major blew his
whistle. Whistles sounded all along the trench. The 150 clambered over
the sandbags without a word. There was no cheering. With eyes fixed
upon the low white line of loopholed parapet in front, the heavily
laden men trotted and stumbled forward across that open patch of heath,
rugged with pitfalls, fragments of shell, and wire. The Turkish guns,
sighted for our trenches, could not range upon them, and in the first
rush few fell. In less than a minute from the start, nearly all had
reached that white and loopholed line, and, with sharpened bayonets
raised, were prepared to burst through the entanglements and leap into
the trench below. They burst the entanglement, but there was no visible
trench below. The whole trench was thickly roofed with heavy baulks of
fir timber, railway sleepers, branches of trees, earth, and rocks. The
trench was one prolonged, impenetrable dug-out, loophooled along the
front line like a subterranean castle.
Some of the advanced party ran forward over the solid roof, reached the
open second line of trenches, reached the communication trenches up
which the Turks were crowding, and fired into the thick of the enemy
wherever they found them. They sprang down separately into the midst
of them, and fought single-handed with bayonet and bombs, spreading
terror and confusion before they died. But the majority scattered out
in line along the face of the first parapet, as though along a curb,
peering and poking for an entrance, while the Turks poured bullets
upwards upon them through loopholes and imperceptible apertures. Some
of our men fired back through the loopholes; some, in groups, with
desperate strength, wrenched up the heavy beams and tore the roof open;
some discovered narrow man-holes left in the covering for the exit and
entrance of “listeners” at night. Wherever a sufficient opening was
made or found, a man wriggled feet foremost down through it, helpless
and exposed until he dropped into the thick of foes scarcely visible
in the cavernous obscurity. It took fifteen minutes for all the men
standing exposed in the open to get down.
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