The war has ended, and with it the need for dubbin. Stacks of the beastly stuff must be disposed of before we are demobilized. There is no market for it, and nobody would take it as a gift. Offer it to a Light Horseman or a driver, and you would see stars not of the firmament. But I’m sure that The Heads won’t let it be wasted. It’ll be read out in orders soon, that all saddlery and harness must be anointed with dubbin once daily and twice on Sundays. There’s a good time coming!
Bully and biscuits are even dearer than dubbin to the granite hearts of Q.M.’s, but they’ll have to issue them now by the ton. Rapid consumption is the only way to get rid of the pyramids of B and B left on hand through Fritz throwing in the towel sooner than the Supply Office anticipated.
Army biscuits are beyond the capacity of Gyppos and Bedouin; if we strewed them broadcast over Palestine, they would lie there untouched, and ruin all agricultural prospects: even a stump-proof plough would crumple up if it struck an army biscuit. We can’t dump our stocks in the sea: think what would happen in a collision between a liner and an A. B.! No; we’ve got to eat the lot, empty every tin of bully and biscuits, and take the consequences like heroes.
“ARAM.”
FROM GENERAL CHAYTORS HDQTS.
After the Battle of BIR EL ABD
THE FIELD OF BATTLE
FOR
RICHON LE ZION
Morning 15th Nov
THE BATTLE of BEERSHEBA
Drawn for Anzac Mtd Div Hd Qts KHASHIM ZANA