Trooper Bluegum at the Dardanelles: Descriptive Narratives of the More Desperate Engagements on the Gallipoli PeninsulaHogue, Oliver
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Trooper Bluegum at the Dardanelles: Descriptive Narratives of the More Desperate Engagements on the Gallipoli Peninsula
Hogue, Oliver
World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Turkey -- Gallipoli Peninsula; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, Australian
Yet here we were on Gallipoli, reverting to the grenades of the
Peninsular War, and the old Roman catapult, and even the bows and
arrows. The enemy was so close to us that we could not use some of
our guns to demolish his trenches. We even had to take some of our
howitzers back a mile in order to hit the enemy in front of us. What a
conglomeration of anomalies this war presents! In an age when our big
guns can hurl huge projectiles many miles, we are compelled to fight
with bows and bayonets and bombs and brickbats.
Bricks were not often used. But when the Turkish snipers "sneaked"
close up to our lines through the scrub, we threw stones at the likely
places. Thinking these missiles were bombs, the Turk would often run,
or else disclose his position. Then we gave him a few rounds rapid.
One day a German aeroplane flew along the coast, and in plain view of
the army dropped a huge bomb at our hospital ship, only missing the
target by about fifty yards. There were no other ships near, so there
was no excuse. This cowardly act so incensed our medical officer that
he went straight out to our firing-line and threw a brick at the Turks,
forty yards off. "I wear the Red Cross," he apologized, "so I cannot
fire at them, and they are not supposed to fire on me. But I must show
my indignation somehow."
As to the bows and arrows: this was Major Midgley's idea. At night the
Turkish patrols crawled up close to our lines, and sniped away without
being seen. Our flares could not be thrown far enough to show them up.
So we made bows out of pine saplings and wire and sent fiery arrows
into the scrub. This made the unwelcome visitors keep a respectful
distance.
But if bows and bricks were only incidentals, the bombs were the
real thing. In the wild bayonet charges our footballers were simply
irresistible. But with the bombs our cricketers excelled. One of them
exclaimed: "We've got the cows bluffed." Another boasted: "We've got
'em beaten to a frazzle"--shade of Roosevelt! Anyhow, our chaps could
beat the Turks at the bomb business. Have I not already told how some
of our cricketers caught the enemy's bombs and hurled them back again?
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