The Dardanelles: Colour Sketches From Gallipoli — John Shaqi
The Dardanelles: Colour Sketches From GallipoliWilkinson, Norman
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The Dardanelles: Colour Sketches From Gallipoli
Wilkinson, Norman
World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Turkey -- Gallipoli Peninsula; World War, 1914-1918 -- Pictorial works
*17. H.M.S. _SARNIA_ LANDING TROOPS IN SUVLA BAY 86
*18. SALT LAKE FROM CHOCOLATE HILL 88
*19. TRANSPORTS UNDER SHELL-FIRE—SUVLA BAY 90
*20. DRESSING STATION—"A" BEACH 92
*21. SUPPORTING SHIPS AT THE SUVLA LANDING } 94
*22. ANZAC }
*23. ANZAC 96
*24. MOTOR LIGHTERS } 98
25. GENERAL SIR IAN HAMILTON'S HEADQUARTERS }
26. SEAPLANE BASE 100
27. SEAPLANES AT KEPHALO 102
28. H.M.S. _EXMOUTH_ IN KEPHALO HARBOUR 104
29. SUBMARINE E11 AT KEPHALO 106
30. H.M.S. _BEN-MY-CHREE_ AT KEPHALO 108
31. HOSPITAL SHIPS AT KEPHALO 110
32. FRENCH FLAGSHIP _SUFFREN_ 112
33. HOSPITAL SHIP _AQUITANIA_ 114
34. SUBMARINE E2 RETURNING FROM THE SEA OF MARMORA } 116
35. MUDROS HARBOUR }
36. HOSPITAL SHIP _AQUITANIA_ AT MUDROS 118
THE DARDANELLES
CHAPTER I
FIRST IMPRESSIONS
Before entering upon the subject of this chapter I cannot help a
passing allusion to the lack of pictorial records of this war—records
made by artists of experience, who actually witness the scenes they
portray.
Our descendants will surely regret the omission when they try to gather
an impression of the greatest war in history from the inadequate
material obtainable.
I do not lose sight of the fact that many professional artists are
fighting with our army in France and elsewhere. But life in the
trenches is so arduous that it is doubtful if many records will come to
us from this source.
The start of my journey was not at all what I had intended. I had
imagined myself busily sketching our departure and attempting to get
some of the delightful colour and abundant movement of the lower Thames.
In actual fact, I spent most of this time lying on a settee, trying to
overcome the effects of inoculation, though rather cheered, it is true,
by the thought of the annoyance set up amongst the millions of germs
inhabiting my system.
I made several efforts to go on deck, but was forced each time to give
in and return to my cabin.
This was the more annoying, as we were passing through what to any
traveller by sea, and to me especially, was the most interesting zone:
full of romance and mystery, with stories of sunken submarines, rumours
of nets and mines, and all the strange happenings of this strangest of
wars.
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