AN ANZAC ALPHABET
By J. W. S. HENDERSON, R.G.A.
A is the Aeroplane buzzing above,
Sending us tokens of friendship and love.
B’s Beachy Bill, such a marvel of cunning,
A message from whom sends the best of us running.
C is the Chilliness felt in the feet
When bullets commence to invade our retreat.
D is the Dug-out we’ve spent so much time at,
Working in hopes of defeating the climate.