Diary of Verner Gladders Knuckey, 1916 - Part 1

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ANZAC VICTORY
The Turks Surprised.
LONDON, Sept. 18.
Newspaper clipping - see original document

 

Book Number 2
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The first book has been completed
and is ready for home, still I
have not the faintest idea how it is going
to get there.
About the 26th May we
moved from Ferry Post Rail Head to the
trenches. B. Squadron was to be
relieved by us (C.Squadron). A & B troops
went out to the right flank C. & D came
to the Left. The day before we moved
I caused a bit of excitement, had
been out on night patrol and came
in to camp about 9.30 a.m, having
been on the move since four o'clock.
Had breakfast and after cleaning my
horse lay down in the tent and
was soon asleep as we get very little
whilst on a patrol, at 11.30 the
whistle blew for stables and as I
walked to the parade ground felt
 

 

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very green, it was a blazing hot sun, one
of our worst, and as I stood in the
ranks had made up my mind to
step back two paces and sit on some
sand bags, that was the last I
remember as I fell right back in a
dead faint. Next thing I remember
was coming to in one of the tents
and Lieut McGrath bending over me.
I did not want to report to the
doctor as the squadron would move
out and I might have to stay back
so I lay in my tent during the
extreme heat and by evening felt
much better. I think the cause
must have been a rush of blood to
the head brought on by coming direct
from my sleep and standing in so 

hot a sun. I have been careful

since not to rush out so suddenly
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nothing has happened since, for a while

I worried about it, but some queer things

happen in this country until we get

used to the climate and one soon

gets hardened to them.

On Monday morning we got an 

early start to escape the sun and there 

was no rush and confusion, in all

previous camps so much had to be

left till the last moment such as

pulling up the horse lines, striking tents

and packing them on the camels etc.

None of that this time as we left

everything standing for B. squadron to

occupy and they did the same for us

out at the trenches. They had the

best end of the stick for our men had

just the week previous completed fine

stables and out here the work was

in its infancy. It seemed awful 

to see our horses  tethered out in

 

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such a blazing sun as we were nota

getting every day but the carpenters in

C & D troop soon got to work and within

a week much to their credit had a

cover on the stables and the horses

seemed almost human the way they

appreciated it.

And now we had to settle down

to the new camp, every move so far

seemed to take us further out of the

world. Our camp is situated half

a mile behind the trenches which

are manned by the Royal Suffolks,

a Tommy regiment that has seen

service both in France and Gallipoli.

We have nothing to do with the trench

work our duty is to patrol out

on the desert in front of the trenches

for a distance of about eight miles

night and day. The name of this

camp is Duntroon Plateau camp.
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Four patrols leave every evening at

5.30p.m. each consisting of three men 

in charge of a Corporal and the whole

under a Sergt. We camp at our

seperate posts about three miles out

for the night and at daybreak (4a.m)

move out towards the east, every 

man is about half a mile from his

right and left flank and within

sight so that our camp provides

about ^an 8 mile line of patrolled country,

Camps on our right and left do 

the same and thus the whole of

the canal front is guarded but I

am only dealing with our section of

the country here, we advance

about six miles, searching every

hole and gully and gradually close

in at a point known as Mt. Bole

where we turn for home once more

having completed our night's duty,

arriving in camp at 7.a.m.

 

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We have thus examined thoroughly the

whole of the country that the day

party have to pass over. They leave

camp at 7.30a.m. made up of

1 Corporal 5 troopers and two helio

signallers. It is unnecessary for them

to advance in extended order so go

direct to Mt. Bole where one man at

a time keeps watch over a stretch

of country in front of over twelve

miles with a powerful telescope.

Thus a helio message can be flashed

the full length of the canal from

station to station in a few minutes

if necessary or back to any camp

if the enemy is seen at any given

point. They leave Mt. Bole at 4.15p.m .

and meet the night watch on its

way out and report any strange

incident that has been noticed

during the day. I have had all
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night work until last Saturday June 

10th I think, when I had to take out

the day men, it was the worst day's

work I have had at this camp at

the foot of Mt. Bole is a very tempor

shelter erected for the horses but

nothing for the men, to get out of

the blazing sun we had to lay in

amongst the horses feet but a sand

storm was raging and the day's

work was far from pleasant. Only

one man need to be on duty at once,

the rest are at the foot of the hill

with the horses.

Although the night patrol is the

one most sought after it is also the

most dangerous, our men are all

agreed that if Mr Turk did come

and we were lucky enough to be

warned in time it would be odds 

on as to being whether we could

get into the trenches without the

 

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Tommies shooting us, our instructions

are to gallop back to the camp and

give the signal on approaching the

trenches only we would probably have

bullets buzzing round our heads

long before the signal could be

heard. I cannot understand

these English soldiers, they seem to

be a bundle of nerves even with

their French and Gallipoli experience,

only last week one of their own

officers was going the rounds and

not hearing the challenge was

shot, the poor man lingered for

two days and died. It seems

strange that a mob of them as

there are in the trench shall give

a single man so poor a chance,

especially as they know we are out

in front and the enemy must

alarm us first if they come. 
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Its a good thing for a party of them

that we are on the outposts instead 

of their own men. A party of

them were out one day and had

been delayed unknown to our

night patrol. Just at dusk the

Australians saw a party of about

six advancing in extended order

away out on the desert, just the

way an advance party of the enemy

would come, one of our men

wanted badly to shoot but as we

were three and behind a rise

we reckoned we were good enough

to let them come closer, imagine

our disgust to recognise Tommies

not Turks, had it been the other 

way about the English would have

fired and done the recognising

part after. In broad daylight

the other day they fired on one

of our officers in the distance.

 

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The Australian seems to be a

different nature altogether, we had

received information that an attack

was to be made on the 6th of June,

I was on night patrol on the

5th, nothing happened, on the

evening of the 6th a Tommy came

galloping over the hill to our camp

in a great state of excitement

with the news that a party was

advancing on the horizon, our

officers issued no orders and

knowing our rifles and ammunition

were ready we simply continued

with what we were doing, mainly

lying on the sand smoking.

There was a lot of rushing round

in the other camp for an hour

when our excitable friend once more

galloped over to say it was a

false alarm, he seemed quite

surprised to find us still at our
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smoking. I think he expected to find

us half way into the canal.

That reminds me of something

that occurred about 40 miles further

along the canal last week, an 

enemy aeroplane flew over the New

Zealand camp dropping bombs but 

missed them, he next came to 

the Light Horse camp, the first shot 

destroyed the wireless station, the

next bomb got a number of men

and horses, killing some and

wounding others. On the next day

the enemy attacked the English

camp and the New. Zealanders & L.H.

were sent out to help them, they

met the Tommies rushing back to

meet them. our men went forward

and with very little trouble

drove them ^(the enemy) back and brought in

the Tommies gear. This did not

happen in our part of the country

 

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but  an eye witness in the shape of

a N.Z. man told me of the incident

himself and I believe it to be perfectly

true. So far we have not

had any of that excitement but

although a great number of us

have so far never been under fire

I have perfect confidence in the 

way they will conduct themselves

when their time comes. Our

patrols now and again come

across signs of the enemy and

our aeroplanes tell us there is a

camp of them behind some 

hills about 15 miles out from the

Day patrol hill viz. Mt. Bole, a

few days ago we recognised a

column of smoke rise from

just about where they are supposed

to be camped and we want them

to come at it, waiting is killing work
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June 19th.

Three weeks since we came out

to this camp. Nothing ever is doing

in the shape of a fight and yet

everyone must always be keyed up

to concert pitch as our friends are

not so very far away, they now

and again have a bit of a scrap

at some one of the numerous camps

situated along the canal but so far

we have not been molested in any

way. The one great worry of

our lives now is what is eventually 

going to become of us. The Light 

Horse (3rd Brigade) are now as far

as I can tell the only Australians

now in this beastly country of

Egypt. The two hundred thousand

of our brothers in the Infantry

are either over in France or

England. Our men are continually

 

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talking of when their turn

comes to move on, it is the one

subject that never gets worked out,

immediately a visitor from the

Rail Head turns up the first great

question is "What furphy have you

brought with you." Some wild

ones seem to get invented, they

are always "the dinkum oil" till

some fresh one comes along. We

are so fed up with the desert that

a move of any sort would be

hailed with cheers. At one time

we were to be sent to Ireland

as Mounted Police, now if there

is one branch of our army

hated by its own men the M.P.'s

are the ones, for one of our

men just to joke about joining

that unit is to bring xxxx

sarcasm on his head and
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be called vile names, one of our

men joined at Heliopolis six

months ago, the boys have not

forgotten it yet. With all this

feeling I believe we would have

gone willingly to Ireland but as

usual it was only a "Furphy".

Another one was that we were to 

go up to Alexandria for a spell

and then to move on to fresh 

scenes, once more our hopes went

up but that report is now over

a month old, a dozen more

have come to light since. One

which was really a genuine one

at last soon got nipped in

the bud. Some mounted men

were required to go down

south to German East Africa

our Brigadier General "The

old Bull" as we call him

 

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jumped in at once with an offer

for the 3rd. Brigade to go down.

In all the fighting of this great

war none would have suited

us better, not only are we trained

for the style but our Australians

proved in the Boer war they

were especially adapted for that

class of country and mode of

warfare, but no it was no

good, our C.O. was told we

had to stay and guard the

Canal. English Yeomanry

were sent to East Africa, men

who in many cases I am told

had lived their lives in London

to go and do mounted work in

a wild tropical country. In

any case had he lived in the

country all his life the Tommies

acknowledge that we are more
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suited for the work. Undoubtedly

Genl. Godly must know what he is

doing but it seems a strange

move from our point of view.

That Furphy was the most welcome

of any so far had it only

come true. But today a fresh

one is in circulation, bought

direct from Zeatuin a suburb

of Cairo where our military

schools are situated, this one is

absolutely too good to be true and

yet some of us are fools enough

to let our minds dwell on it

and hope something is going to
come of it. We are supposed to

go from here to Weymouth in

the South of England for a

short spell and then go on

to France dismounted. None of 

us wish to give up our horses

 
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