had occurred, and I certainly saw none.  I believe that similar reports were existent among the Turks regarding us, and I formed that opinion from the attitude and behaviour of one of the prisoners when I went to dress his wound.  He uttered most piteous cries and his conduct led me to believe that he thought he was to be illtreated.  I have mentioned before the class to which most of the prisoners were.  They were always most grateful for any kindness shown them.

As to their sense of fair play, when the Triumph was sunk, they never fired on her—­though I understand it would have been quite allowable directly the men set foot on another warship.  Again, about a fortnight after the landing at Anzac, we tried to land a force at Gaba Tepe, but had to retire and leave our wounded.  The Turks signalled us to bring them off, and then they never fired or abused the white flag.  The third instance occurred on our left, when we made the advance in August.  Our Ambulance was under a hill, and a howitzer battery took up a position just in front.  The Turk sent word that either the Ambulance or the battery would have to move, otherwise they would be forced to fire on the Ambulance.

The shells we got on the beach could not be attributed to any disregard of the Red Cross, for they could not see the flag, and moreover the Ordnance was next to us, a thing utterly out of order, but unavoidable under the circumstances.

My career on the Peninsula came to a close at the end of September, when I fell ill and was put on the hospital ship.  The same evening a very willing attack was put up by the Turk.  One had a good and most interesting view, as one was in perfect safety.  The bursting shells in the darkness were very picturesque.

Prior to going off we had often discussed the pleasure of getting between sheets and into a decent bed—­how one would curl up and enjoy it.  But my first night under those conditions was spent in tossing about, without a wink of sleep.  It was too quiet.  Being accustomed to be lulled to sleep by the noise of six-inch guns from a destroyer going over my dug-out, I could now hear a pin drop, and it was far too quiet.  We found we were to be sent to England.  Malta was no place in which to get rid of Mediterranean fever.  The treatment the people of England give the Australians is handsome in the extreme.  They cannot do enough to make them comfortable.  Country houses are thrown open to the invalided men, perfect strangers though they are, and all are welcome.

Together with Major Courtenay (with whom I came over) I was taken to Lockleys, in Hertfordshire.  Sir Evelyn and Lady de La Rue had a standing invitation at Horseferry Road, the Australian Military Headquarters, for six officers.  We happened to be among the lucky ones to be included, and the kindness I received from our host and hostess will be remembered during the remainder of my life.

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