The Secrets of a Kuttite: An Authentic Story of Kut, Adventures in Captivity and Stamboul Intrigue — John Shaqi
The Secrets of a Kuttite: An Authentic Story of Kut, Adventures in Captivity and Stamboul IntrigueMousley, Edward O. (Edward Opotiki)
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The Secrets of a Kuttite: An Authentic Story of Kut, Adventures in Captivity and Stamboul Intrigue
Mousley, Edward O. (Edward Opotiki)
Al Kut (Iraq) -- History -- Siege, 1915-1916; World War, 1914-1918 -- Prisoners and prisons, Turkish
Then there was Oxo (among the subalterns so named from
resemblance to an advertisement)--a fiery ha ha, hum hum
little colonel, as busy as a pea on a drum and exuberant
as a thrush in June. He came to see us frequently.
On the 10th General Smith went sick. Captain Garnett
followed suit. We left the dug-out for Headquarters, a
building in the centre of the town with a courtyard. Like
most others it was a two-story building with a promenade
roof that was used for observation. Helio was used up there.
Why, no one knows. Shells came on the building too,
hundreds of them, and smashed the wall or thudded against
it. The three legs of the helio disappearing over the balcony
was the first sight I saw one early morning, and the signallers
came down with white faces. The shell had smashed the
helio without touching them. The Turks religiously refrained
from hitting the mosque, but the hospital got it badly, and so
did the horses which are stalled in the streets.
The enemy's lines have drawn much closer in some places,
and are only sixty to two hundred yards off. The Turkish
commander, Nureddin Pacha, sent word to Townshend that
as our garrison was besieged by all the Turkish forces in Mesopotamia,
he called on him to yield up his arms. General
Townshend replied characteristically. Daily our General
issued _communiqués_ urging us to put up a good fight and to
dig deep and quickly. Within a week we knew what that
meant.
On the morrow I was brimful of influenza and chill
contracted in the night the dug-out fell in, and was slacking
on the bed when a report came from the 82nd Battery R.F.A.
saying that a subaltern was wounded that morning and the
captain was in hospital sick. The other subaltern, who had
come from Hyderabad with me, had been slightly wounded
days before. The message asked if the General could spare
me. A very ardent soldier I was that morning. I jumped
into my accoutrements feeling very weak from the influenza.
However, I did not want to lose the opportunity, so with
revolver, field glasses, and prismatic, I set off at once.
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