Turkish Divisional Orders (some time in July): “The Australian and New Zealand Army Corps is approaching the limits of its resources. Most of the men have no clothing at all, except trousers, and even these are now being cut into pieces, so that one pair of trousers is sufficient for four men.”
How I Won
THE
V.C.
(The sort of thing we must expect to hear after the War is ended)
Yes, that’s the red ribbon I’m wearing—
Just a small strip of scarlet, you see,
But there’s no one can tell how I prize it
Nor the glow it occasions to me.
For it speaks of the broad fields of honour
Which we wrung from the red jaws of hell—
And my eyes grow bedimmed for the cobbers[13]