With the Twenty-ninth division in Gallipoli, a chaplain's experiences . , and could seewhere they had fixed a barbed wire entanglement thenight before quite unbeknown to our men, who shouldnever have allowed it. But of course I could not see aTurk. Their line is very strong, and it seems exceed-ingly difficult to do anything against it. The Generalhad been up shortly before. Snipers were firing all thetime, and one or two men had been killed by puttingtheir heads over the parapet. One poor sergeant waseven shot through the parapet next morning. He wasstill alive when I saw him, but quite uncon
With the Twenty-ninth division in Gallipoli, a chaplain's experiences . , and could seewhere they had fixed a barbed wire entanglement thenight before quite unbeknown to our men, who shouldnever have allowed it. But of course I could not see aTurk. Their line is very strong, and it seems exceed-ingly difficult to do anything against it. The Generalhad been up shortly before. Snipers were firing all thetime, and one or two men had been killed by puttingtheir heads over the parapet. One poor sergeant waseven shot through the parapet next morning. He wasstill alive when I saw him, but quite unconscious. Ihad always wanted to get into the firing line. I wentup again at night and buried a man who had died, ina little cemetery they have fixed on the hill-side. Ihad to read the service by the light of my electrictorch. I feel it is the only consolation one can givethe relatives at home. We also consecrate the spent a good night with the , even havingbags of grass to sleep on, and there was very littlefiring. I had a bathe in the afternoon. • >. H y with GURKHA BLUFF ON THE LEFT, LEADING UP THECLIFFS FROM y BEACH. THIS FORMED THE MAIN LINE OFCOMMUNICATION ON THE EXTREME LEFT IN GALLIPOLI 99 Tuesday, May i8.—I went round and tried to talk tosome of the men, but found them rather shy, not likethe We breakfasted very late, and immedi-ately after I ag^ain climbed the hill and buried anotherInniskilling sergeant. It seemed so strange standingonly a few yards from the firing line, and hearing theping, ping of the bullets overhead, and buryingthese poor fellows who had just been killed. Person-ally I really envy their sudden death, which I cannothelp feeling a very merciful thing these perilous feel absolutely no fear of death, but I should hateto be mangled or badly wounded. They started toshell the beach that morning, but could not drop shellsclose enough, at least while I was there, to do anydamage, the hills are too steep. However, the
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