Where all displayed a reckless disregard of life beyond the imagination of peace, it is hard to select conspicuous courage. But one may mention Major Fullerton, an army surgeon, who stumbled through the rain of fire across the open ground, and stayed for six hours dressing the wounded in the midst of the fighting; also Captain J. W. Bean, who went to and fro under the terrifying shell-fire which crumbled up the parapets of our former line, and attended to the wounded till he fell wounded himself. Of the calm gallantry of some signallers, his brother, Captain C. E. W. Bean, the correspondent, made mention in some notes which he jotted down hour by hour on that wild evening and night, until he himself fell wounded also; at 7 p.m. he wrote: “Presently two men come racing back carrying a reel between them. One drops suddenly out of sight below the scrub; the other, who overran him, drops in also; they had hit a concealed pit in our front line of trenches. They were signallers, and carried a telephone at least five times across that space, but the line was generally cut by shrapnel. “I can see a few bayonets sticking out from the Turkish trench immediately to the north” (probably Johnston’s Jolly). “A report comes along that Turks have been seen massing for a counter-attack.... Messengers say the head-cover of the Turkish trench consisted of beams 9 inches by 4 inches.” At 7.30. “Messages sent back from all commanders in the captured trenches say the position is satisfactory. Seventy Turkish prisoners are awaiting an opportunity to be sent across. We have taken three trenches, about 200 to 300 yards ahead. Fire is quietening, although shells are still falling thick.”[156] [Sidenote: TURKISH COUNTER-ATTACKS] The Turks thus seen were indeed massing for a counter-attack. At 6.30 the signal, “Everything O.K.,” had been passed to the Brigade Headquarters, but about half an hour later the enemy came swarming up the slope through communication trenches, bent upon recovering the position with bombs and bayonets. The desperate hand-to-hand conflict was renewed in the gathering darkness; but, impeded though they were by prisoners, wounded, and the numbers of dead bodies (which they attempted to arrange in rows along the sides of the trenches so as to leave a gangway clear), the Australians held the ground already won. Again, at 1.30, in the blackness of night, the Turks in great masses attempted to bomb them out with showers of hand missiles, and for seven hours the counter-attacks continued. So heavy were the losses that the 12th Battalion (South Australian, West Australian, and Tasmanian), which had been held as reserve for the 3rd Brigade, was thrown in to reinforce. At 1.30 p.m. of Saturday the 7th, the attacks were renewed, and the struggle lasted till about 5 p.m. (twenty-four hours after our first assault), broke out again at midnight, and was continued till dawn on Sunday the 8th.