Australia in Arms. Phillip F. E. Schuler
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Phillip F. E. Schuler
Australia in Arms
A Narrative of the Australasian Imperial Force and Their Achievement at Anzac
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066234218
Table of Contents
PART I AUSTRALIA ANSWERS THE CALL
CHAPTER I THE TOCSIN IN AUSTRALIA
CHAPTER III ADVENTURES ON THE CONVOY
CHAPTER IV THE FIRST PAGE OF AUSTRALIAN NAVAL HISTORY I. From the Decks of the Convoy
CHAPTER V THE FIRST PAGE OF AUSTRALIAN NAVAL HISTORY (continued) II. The Destruction of the "Emden"
CHAPTER VII THE CAMPS AROUND CAIRO
CHAPTER VIII RUMOURS OF THE TURKS' ATTACK
CHAPTER IX FIRST SUEZ CANAL BATTLE
CHAPTER XI THE DAWN OF ANZAC—THE LANDING
CHAPTER XII A TERRIBLE THREE DAYS
CHAPTER XIII A BATTLE PANORAMA OF GALLIPOLI
CHAPTER XIV AN UNFULFILLED ARMY ORDER
CHAPTER XV VICTORIANS' CHARGE AT KRITHIA
CHAPTER XVI TURKISH MAY ATTACK AND ARMISTICE
CHAPTER XVIII THROUGH THE FIRING-LINES
CHAPTER XIX LIFE AT QUINN'S AND POPE'S
CHAPTER XX JUNE AND JULY PREPARATIONS
CHAPTER XXI THE AUGUST PHASE AND NEW LANDING
CHAPTER XXIII THE HEROIC LIGHT HORSE CHARGE
CHAPTER XXIV THE BATTLE OF SARI BAIR—FIRST PHASE
CHAPTER XXV THE BATTLE OF SARI BAIR—THE CAPTURE OF THE RIDGE AND ITS LOSS
CHAPTER XXVI HILL 60, GALLIPOLI
CHAPTER XXVII THE EVACUATION OF THE PENINSULA
APPENDIX I DISTINCTIONS FOR GALLANTRY AND SERVICES IN THE FIELD
APPENDIX II MENTIONED IN DISPATCHES
PREFACE
One hot, bright morning early in the Dardanelles campaign, so the story goes, Lieut.-General Sir William Birdwood was walking up one of the worn tracks of Anzac that led over the hills into the firing-line when he stopped, as he very often did on these daily tours of the line, to talk with two men who were cooking over a fireplace made of shell cases. General Birdwood wore no jacket, therefore he had no badges of rank. His cap even lacked gold lace. Under his arm he had tucked a periscope. But the Australian addressed did not even boast of a shirt. Stripped to the waist, he was as fine a type of manhood as you might wish to see. He was burned a deep brown; his uniform consisted of a cap, shorts, and a pair of boots. His mate was similarly clad.
"Got something good there?" remarked the General as he stopped near the steaming pot of bully-beef stew.
"Ye-es," replied the Australian, "it's all right. Wish we had a few more spuds, though." Conversation then branched off into matters relating to the firing-line, till at last General Birdwood signified his intention of going, bidding the soldier a cheery "Good-day," which was acknowledged by an inclination of the head. The General walked up the path to his firing-line, and the Australian turned to his mate, who had been very silent, but who now began to swear softly under his breath—
"You—————— fool! Do you know who you were talking to?"
"No!"
"Well, that was General Birdwood, that was, yer coot!"
"How was I to know that? Anyway, he seemed to know me all right."
Those were the types of soldiers with whom I spent the first year of their entry into the Great War.