It was on "W" Beach, Gallipoli, some months after the historic landing.
It was fairly safe to picnic here, but for the attentions of "Beachy
Bill," a big Turkish gun. I was with six other R.F.A. details in a
dug-out which was labelled, or rather libelled, "The Ritz."
"Smiler" Smith gave it that name, and always referred to this verminous
hovel in terms of respect. Chalked notices such as "Wait for the Lift,"
"Card Room," "Buffet," were his work.
A dull thud in the distance--the familiar scream--and _plomp_ came one
from "Bill," a few yards from the Ritz. Only "Smiler" was really hurt.
He received a piece of shell on his arm. As they carried him away, he
called faintly for his tobacco tin.
"Where did you leave it, 'Smiler'?"
"In the drorin' room on the grand pianner," said "Smiler"
faintly.--_Gunner W. (late 29th Division, R.F.A.)._