Snap shots of Gallipoli

Canal Zone February 24th 1916

I am getting on early this week with my letter for we just have to write when we can and the mail closes at 11am on Sundays – a most inconvenient time – for that is our best day to write. There is as usual, no news, for we are isolated away from everybody and just drill all day or else dig trenches. Today I have been putting up barbed wire entanglements, and scratched all over, and after preparing for them nicely I don't believe we will ever see a Turk, its far too late in the season any how, for in a couple of weeks, things will be awful for them if the advance through the heat.

We are getting our instruments tomorrow but I would rather they cut the band out until they get us some cornet players for like Charity without them we are nothing- Bow wow.

I have printed some of the Gallipoli films but as soon as we get to civilization I will get some better prints done and send them but in the meantime, I will send some for rough prints.

No.1. Is a machine gun planted in the firing line, ready for instant action. We had a fair number of these but the Turks had easily double the number and lovely guns they were.

No.2. Is the handy periscope with which you can see without exposing yourself

No.3 is just a section of the firing line. Ernie is looking though the loophole and Ron Holdsworth is looking around

No.4. Is another bit of the firing line.

No.5. Is Tucker cutting Norm Allan's hair. Norm was one of our little lot attached to B Coy. There were just the three of us, that is the spot where we used to stand when the 75s and sharpnel got too thick but 8”2 and so forth we used to get down the Funk hole if they showed sign of coming close.

No.6 is a portion of the cemetery in Brown's Dip (rear of Lone Pine). I took the photo to show the two unexploded 8”2s.

No.7. Shows Your Truly just emerging from his new dug out. The trenches were too dark to take good snaps, also I am too thick in the next.

No. 8 shows Tucker a couple of hours before disembarking onto a smaller vessel to run us across from Lemnos to the Dardanelles.

No.9 Is a picture of the first snow (and last thank goodness). Stan Fletcher is in the foreground. You would hardly think that amongst the holly and snow on top that there was a man's leg sticking out but it's a fact.

No.10 is another one taken a bit further on. You can just make me out for I had on my good old balaclava and all you can see of my dial is my proboscis, and it was quite enough to have out in that weather. I had two pairs of socks one and gloves for my hands. This is all I will be able to send this week but there will be more soon but these are the best, as I said before, I am very disappointed.

I am finishing this off out in the desert about six miles out. It is now dinner time ( Saturday February 26th). We are out for a route march. I have done thee plus four pages of this letter out here. We will be very thankful when we get shifted somewhere else but I won't start growling now. I don't think I have growled once in this letter, have I? The food has now settled down and is not too bad – bacon and tea for breakfast, boiled meat and bread for dinner, stew, cheese, jam for tea. It gets a trifle monotonous though.

I will close, hoping you are all well

Your loving son

Ralph and Ernie are both A1.

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