Diary of Trooper Ion Llewellyn Idriess-1916-Part 2
to him and explained.
that it was nearly impossill
me to keep awake on night
duty, and that I am fast
getting the jumps losing all
hold on myself when on
night outpost duty. The
old doc understood exactly
and was very sympathetic.
Result is I've got no
night duty for a few days,
and am getting some
pills to make sleep sound
. . . . 4th July, We've had
another bit of a stunt,
which was very well
worked, although there was
no fighting in it which
disappointed us a very great
deal. Late the afternoon
before yesterday an aeroplane
brought to Kantara
information that about
150 camels with about 50
men, so far as could be
seen, were watering at the
well of, At ten
O'Clock that night the
but when they got used to it
it was as damned hard to get
then ^to go off it. We again passed
our Tommies. Their big boots
on the hard road made
a song, with the rhythm
of even time right through
it. At Hill 4 It was
very interesting to watchx the movement of troops
through the night. At Hill
40, after some trouble the
sergeant found a staff
officer who said the camels
must be back at Hill 70
though there were more
than we had been told to
bring. The sergeants orders
was to go back to Hill 70x while the officer was
arranging matters. We
got a glimpse of some of
the officers off duty. The
lazy beggars were lying
in comfortable bunks in
their pyjamas, while to their
hand was more whisky
and brandy and soda.
regiment moved off in
an entirely different
direction to the well. This
time we were all told
the plan, which pleased
us and which we easily
understood. The well is
south of us. We were to
move off directly east
for some miles, then
turn off to the south
east until we were
directly behind the well
then double directly west
and reach the well just
before dawn. Up until
now we had pretty
nearly always gone straight
and always if the enemy
were there when about
two miles off a desert
dog would bark, and
we would arrive only
to find that the Turks
had vanished. The
night was very dark
the cursed desert just
the same sand, and
than a damned regiment
could drink. Who wouldnt
be an officer. But is it the
way to win the officers. All
these weary, dreary months
in Egypt and not a blow
struck Only the Turk has
struck a blow, struck quick
and struck hard. At Hill
70 we at last found the
camels, though more than
we had bargained for.
We fed the horses, and
turned in for three hours
except the unlucky poor
devils who had to watch
the horses, St poor old
Stanly being amongst
them. Both Stan and I
were on duty the night
before, and were deadly
tired. Then up again at
half past two, collected
the camels with their
Indian drivers, and reached
Dueidar at six o clock
dead beat. . . . All through
yesterday the cursed heat
hills, and in places
stunted shrubs. W The
column went along in
complete silence, with
only just a short screen
in front. There were a
few halts of a few
minutes each, while
our bearings were taken,
then on again, the
everlasting sand
scrunching softly under
the horses feet. Just
before the first maiden
streak of dawn we
arrived at the foot of
the great black sandhill
that towers over the
well. The column
formed rapidly into line,
then forward. And
there was the well, there
the tracks of camels
and the bare feet of
tracks of Bedouins, but
of hostile beast or man,
not a sign. In the
rapidly increasing
and flies would not let
us sleep. One of our officers
have gone away with sun
stroke. The Sixth L.H. are
camped in the open desert
and we hear that 5 other
men and three officers are
down with sunstroke.
. . . . We got a bit of a shock
late last night. We were
told that an airman had
brought in information that
two thousand Germans and
seventeen hundred Turks
were advancing on the Post.
It was highly improbable
that they could reach us tonight,
but most likely the
night after, which is to night.
We had to stand to arms
from two o'clock this
morning. So Bang went
my lovely dreams of a
good sleep, and I cursed
everything, Everything,
Everything. ... I am in
charge of the patrol covering
the signallers on 383 this
dawn the three columns
separated, one on the
tracks of the camels, the
other two scattering out
for any sign of these
men who can disappear
like a breath of wind.
then came a buzzing,
and flying very low
in the pale light came
an aeroplane from
the west. She flew
low over us, and
turning over the squadron
on the camel tracks.
A mile further, xxx
as we watched she
circled, then boom!
boom! She was bombing.
Then very low, she
circled round and
round and round
and a short rattle of
her machine gun. Afterwards
we knew that
she had bombed the
Bedouins, and the
morning, A It would be
a great joke if a party of
Turks who were to attack us.
A man would get a little
of his own back then. I hope
to heavens I'm not on
duty tonight. . . . . . I'd like to
know the real real truth
of the Quatia and Romana
fight. We know it was a
complete surprise, the three
attacks, splendidly planned.
Some of the Tommies who
escaped to here the night of
our arrival said they were
hopelessly beaten, when
their commanding officer
gave the order "Every man
for himself. Bring up the
horses." The horses were
immediately brought up
but under machine gun
and rifle fire they werexx knocked over like
rabbits. I think that the men
who could grab a horse
ran for it, and those who
could not just simply
camels stampeding,
She had circled
round and round
them ringing them, as
our stockmen ring a
mob of obstinate xxx
cattle. But the more
obstinate ones breaking
away, she turned her
machine gun on them,
killed them, and held
the panic stricken
mob of grunting brutes
until our first
squadron came galloping
up. But the Bedouins
scattered and fled in
all directions, and
our game horses, af
after the long nights
ride, and in that
floundering sand,
could only enable us
to capture them. The
camels numbered 105,
the live ones. Then
the long, dreary ride
back to camp, men
fought it out. Beside
each dead British soldier
the 6th and 7th L. Horse patrols
found many scores of
empty cartridge cases. At
Quatia, where every man
lie were scores and scores
of empty cartridge cases,
and where the machine
gun was was six dead
Yeomanry, and belts full
of hundreds of empty
cartridge cases. Around
the gun were little
heaps of dead Turks and
Bedouins. Our men
tracked up a dead Tommy
sergeant. He had been
wounded and crawled
away, but was evidently
to weak to mount
his horse for he had
taken the saddle and
bridle off and lay down
and died beside them. I
think that in at least one
of these fights the Yeomanry
fought to the very
falling asleep in
their saddles, to awake
with a jerk as the
horse stumbled, or slid
down a long, steep
hill. And so back
to camp at twelve
yesterday morning.
Fifteen hours
continuously in the
saddle without a
bite to eat for man
and beast. But 105
camels is worth while
taking, though we
were greatly disappointed
at there
being no fight. It
was worked very
well, though we
nearly nearly lost them.
Our thanks and a
great deal of respect
go to the aeroplane.
The Bedouin outpost
had seen us coming, even
in the dark, but we
had come too quick.
last. Lonely little fights
fights that must be fought
to the last in the desert
where no help is near.
What the Tommies tried
to tell us of their thoughts
when they knew we were
coming on their fight here
I can easily understand.
. . . . Thank God for a
cool day at last. 7.15 p.m.
Excitement in camp. We
are expecting an attack
by these Germans. Horses
are all saddled up
and we are ready.
We are all hoping
the attack comes off
The Germans Turks
will find we are axxx waiting for them.
I suppose it will be
another sleepless night.
7 a.m. We stood to last
night for an hour, then
slept beside our horses,
rifle in hand, all gear
on, ready to jump into
even for them. After
we had rounded them
up, the aeroplane flew
very low over us theth two pilot and observer
leaning out and clapping
their hands, shouting
"You have them boys,
You have them."
5th July The Tommy
police in Port Said
seem to have got
sick of harassing our
fellows. When they had
cases against us
some of us were detailed
off to take horses
into the siding for
them to ride out on.
The xx result was
that some of the police
got thrown and
hurt. The police now
say that they are
damned if they are
going to ride any
more of our buck
jumpers for us. The swine.
the saddle at three seconds
notice. But these damned
Turks did not come. Thank
God we got some sleep.
These constant false
alarms, coupled with
want of sleep, will
very soon give us the
jumps. There are some
signs of it already. . . . . .
Yesterday the Quartermaster
got in a lot of canteen
stuff, tinned fruit. Our
sections share cost us
10/- . . . . 2 p.m. It is a cool
day, and we have plenty of
tucker now, also water. This
scare of the German Turco
attack looks a bit fishy. I
believe the 6th & 7th at Catia
and Romana are joking
about it. Aeroplane reports
are damned unreliable
anyhow. A fortnight ago
one reported that 1500 Turks
were marching on Railhead.
It turned out to be a big
gang of Egyptian laborers
6th Stan got a bonza
parcel through the post
last night. All tinned
fruit stuffs. Some chaps
have luck. 7th. A whole
list of orders has just been
read out to us, from the
Provo Marshall of Port Said.
As usual, there are the
best hotels, which are
open to officers only. There
are many places out
of bounds. I don't think
there can be any of
little Port Said left
for us to stand on.
But the thing that matters
is that the cursed swine
are trying to stop our
surf bathing, which is
the greatest pleasure
we can have. On the
beach are many private
bathing houses, and a
long row of public
bathing houses. Here
the soldiers on leave
used to go, pay a
going to work on the railway
line. Now scouts would never
have made such a mistake
as that. Also our aeroplane
report could not make out
whether the Germano-Turk
force was marching towards
Romana or this place. Scouts
could easily have made sure
of that point, and also would
have made sure whether
the force was a reality or
not. If that damned aeroplane
had caused us this alarm and
sleepless nights, then Curse it.
21st, On horse picquet last night,
got two hours sleep. On fatigue
duty all morning. I wish the
cursed war would end. Our
gunboats bombarded El Arish,
the Turkish base. The bombardment
was a great success, the Turks
running an all directions.
I 'spose the warships
busted open a few crates of
dates. We have plenty of bread
now, and the jam supply
hangs out, thanks to the
shilling each for a
little box, towel and
costume and when
finished bathing, bring
light refreshments on
the verandah. The
soldiers were keeping
the place going. But
now the powers that
be have given orders
that the common soldiers
must be out of the
bathing place by 7.30 am.
If he wishes to bathe
during xxxx the day
he may go to an
isolated part of the
beach, which is marked
out in boundaries for
him. They might as
well put us in a
kennel and put a
chain round our
neck. To show how
isolated this part of
the beach is we are
actually allowed to
bathe without a costume.
tinned fruit we have been
able to buy. The trouble is buying
this stuff knocks a hole in our
few piastres. If ever we get to
civilisation again we will be
broke. It is splendid cool
weather. Our transport horses
have broken under the strain
of the heat and sand, and
the camel teams are in use
again, thank goodness, which
means that supplies are kept up.The Report says that 100 men
and officers of the 6th Light
Horse and some of the 7th L.H.
and New Zealanders are in
hospital through being
taken out in [[Gawk Acts?]] on
the hot days. Over 300 horses
are down. 24th Stand to arms
three o'clock this morning.
Sapping fatigue 4 to 6, fatigues
through the day, sapping
fatigue from half past three
until six, then outpost
duty all night. I wish this
bastard of a war will
end. 25th Fatigue work
. . . . Something
marvellous is happening
in the regiment this
last three days. We
have got great tucker
yesterday morning
fresh steak and bacon
for breakfast, and
the stew at night
has got plenty of
meat and potatoes
in it, and there is
enough for all. This
morning the orderly
sergeant actually
came around for
""complaints?""
10th The Brigade had a bit
of a stunt the last three
days. An outpost affair.
11th Great Caesar? I'm
damned if we aren't
getting minced rissoles
for breakfast. The
war must be ended,
or else the old doctor
has been kicking up
all day, but will get six
hours sleep to night. Was on
outpost duty last night. Some
more canteen stuff came in
last night. Cost the four of
us 6/-. We are not going to
get any more, it is too dear.
It would cost us all our
days wages to keep going.
Just for a few tins of fruit
that last us at the most
two meals. One of the troops
handed their stuff back
again. It is very decent
whoever is responsible to
get the stuff for us, but
the Heads don't seem to
think that we only get 2/-
a day, and if we ever go
back to civilisation
again we don't want to
go back penniless. Also
we are fre putting up
with a hard life in
this accursed desert, and
it is only right that we
should be fed without
having to buy the stuff.
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