An awe-inspiring sight met the eyes of the 29th Division as they came
into view of Gallipoli on the morning of April 25, 1915. Shells from
our ships were bursting all over that rugged coast, and those from the
enemy bespattered the water around us.
While I gazed at the scene from the deck of the _Andania_, carried away
by the grandeur of it all, my reverie was broken by a Cockney voice
from the sailor in charge of the small boat that was to take us ashore.
"'Op in, mate," said the sailor. "I've just lorst three boats. I reckon
I'll soon have to take the blooming island meself."
His fourth trip was successfully accomplished, but the fifth, alas! was
fatal both to this gallant tar and to the occupants of his boat.--_G.
Pull (late 1st R. Innis. Fus.), 20 Friars Place Lane, Acton, W.3._