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Our Men's Last Gale- in .Gaillpoli.…


Our Men's Last Gale- in Gaillpoli. What our men in Gallipali under- went in tho great storm, followed by frost, just before the evacuation may be gathered from the following private letter:— A storm sprang up suddenly in the evening, with very vivid lightning and heavy, though dstant thunder. Soon it was raining in torrents. It was al- most as if solid columns of water were coming down. And all the while a gale was blowing. After a four hours' downpour the rain slackened off about ten o'clock. At first our dug-out seemed fairly I secure and dry, but gradually the water got the upper hand and finally it poured down the steps at the foot of our beds and formed an ever-grow- ing pool of very muddy water. To prevent., if possible, the water swamp- ing us entirely we started to bale out with a mug, and bv working in turn and very hard we kept the water to a comparatively small space, which we emptied when the storm subsided a little and we had dug a trench round the dug-out to carry away most of the water. In the end we went to bed, cover- ing our blankets with our oilskin coats to keep off drops that fell from the roof. Though it rained nearly all I night we slept dry and warm, in which as we discovered in the morning, we were extremely fortunate. TRENCH FULL TO BRIM. Next day we began to realise the extent of the havoc. As for mv own company, Major dug-out was flooded to a depth of over 2ft. and his kit was all submerged. A trench, or long dug-out, in which a number of sappers lived was full of water to the very brim! The men had been com- pletely washed out. Everything they possessed was under water. Another trench was 2ft. under water. There was scarcely a dry blanket or a dry garment in the company. The front of the signal office had collapsed and fallen across a path on the top of the cliff, which was partly washed away. All day the gale blew bitterly oold from the north and rain fell. Every- where I went I saw dug-outs full of water; telegraph poles blown down; mule-carts and stores standing dere- lict in the mud. The roads—we call them roads-were. inches deep in thin, watery mud; in places partly washed away. The sea was running high, the waves were white-topped, and spin- drift driven by the wind almost hid from view the warshipis keeping guard off shore. Desolation and misery everywhere! During the evening I had to take a message to an officer whose dug-out is built on the face of the cliffs. It was pitch dark, raining, and the wind still blowing heaven's hardest. The flood had washed away some of the roughly made 8t.eps leading down to the dug-out, and in the darkness I slipped about six feet or ao. In the excitement of the moment I lost my glasses, and now I have only one pair between me and a life in which every- thing is blurred. However, another pair is due from London in about a month. THE BAULKS IN MUD. I Dater the same evening about nine I had a much worse journey of about one and a half miles to a field ambul- ance It was pitch dark all the way. The first half-mile was fairly easy, though the mud was everywhere about six inches deep. Then I had to pick upa road through some sand dunes. The beginning of this road was silted over by sand blown into heaps by the wind, and it was only by a great stroke of luck that I found it. The road itself is made of baulks of tim- ber placed about a foot apart and the spaces filled in with earth. The earth was now liquid mud, and at every other step in I went up to the knees. Then the road was completely flood- ed and I had to plough along on the sand by the side, keeping my direc- tion by watching the river-like road. At my destination I had the luck to run across an officer for whom I took a lot of messages in England, and he was good enough to give a stiff glass of whisky. The result was that I splashed my way back again, quite happy, in spite of being wet through to well above the knees. After an- other shorter journey I was able to take off my wet things and turn in for a fair night's sleep. Next morning it was snowing when wo got up, and the hills from which the Turks look down on us were flecked with white. All day it snowed a little, and the wind blew a great deal; very much like the previous day in other respects. GENERAL'S PYJAMAS. I Bad as things have been here, they have been hundreds of times worse in the trenches. Many trenches in low- lying ground were flooded out in the first rush of water, and men had to lie on the parapets. Dug-outs were flooded, and officers and men lost all their kit or found it sodden. One General of Brigade lying in bed with A fever was left with nothing to wear but pyjamas, everything else washed away. One section of our company with a brigade had nothing left but what they stood up in. A gunner offioer told me he had to leave his guns. They were 7ft, under water. And now for three days there has been this terribly oold wind. Yet the men are still killing the Turks. who are apparently in a worse plight, for they have been seen leaving their trenches in batches. The general of the division has sent a message to the infantry, congratulating them on stick ing it so well, and he has given a copy of the message to Major C- be- cause of the way our company has kept the telegraphs working through it all. Well, if this is Gallipoli in winter, give me Gallipoli in summer! Flanders in winter cannot be worse. There at any rate, you have definite periods of rest in real houses. Here there are only wet holes in the ground. There is nothing behind us but the sea!