Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1918 edition. Excerpt: ... Another saving grace about Gallipoli was a pleasing disregard for dress restrictions. It was not a fashionable place. Shorts, a shirt, stockings, and brogues were favoured by most, and there were no inquisitive A.P.Ms, to criticise our somewhat unorthodox appearance. Our manners were perhaps a trifle slack; it was not de rigueur to salute all and sundry who wandered round the trenches. Generals often shared their scanty lunch with subalterns, and even the gilded staff occasionally, perforce, smoked woodbines. The climatic conditions and the fact that the whole of our narrow foothold was under shell-fire, and that there were no deep dug-outs or other places of safety did away with all pomp and vanity, and every one became more natural and untrammelled by the conventions of civilisation. There was always enough work to do, and sometimes, during an action, a great deal too much, when the collecting and treating of wounded lasted many a weary hour. In addition, there was always a host of sick during the quieter intervals, and so greatly did their numbers increase that it soon became the main object of every medical officer to attempt to prevent disease, as the conditions were so much against successful treatment. The number of cases seen per diem in my battalion, exclusive of wounded, averaged from 80 to 100 in rest camp, and from 30 to 50 in the trenches; on one occasion 25 per cent, of the total strength reported sick. A very discouraging thought to every battalion medical officer was that, however efficient his arrangements might be, those of the Turks were notoriously bad--many of our trenches were captured Turkish trenches, their front line was in all places less than fifty yards distant from ours--in some places only five yards...
