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THE CHINA MAIL, MARCH 30, 1940

THE ANZAC SPIRIT AGAIN

It is just twenty-five years ago this was being discussed, somebody since I first met, in their desert camp pointed to the corps' packing-cases in in Egypt, the Australian and New Zea- the Headquarters office, all stencilled land troops who were soon to win with the initials "A. & N.Z.A.C." such fame at the Dardanelles.

And now history repeats itself. Once

those again an Army from

far-off Dominions has sprung to England's help in the hour of emergency; and once again a bad time is in store for any enemy troops who find themselves opposed to the Anzacs.

"There's your short title," he cried, "Anzac!" And from that moment the corps was never known by any other name,

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Later,' after their immortal landing on Gallipoli, the spot at which they landed was re-named Anzac Cove, Here it was that they had almost, but The idea of the Gallipoli campaign, not quite, cut the Turkish defences in Not conceived by Mr. Churchill, was one half on their first day ashore. of the only two great strategic con- till later did we learn that a very ceptions of the last world war. Had similar word-anjac—is Turkish for it succeeded, as it certainly would "not quite." have succeeded if Mr. Churchill had The Anzacs took to the stern busin- been given a free hand, the duration ess of war like ducks take to water. of the war would have been shorten-Treating danger like a new and ex- ed by two years, Russia would have clting sport they vied with each other been saved from revolution, and the to cap each other's daring. course of world, history would have tale has been told of their amazing most char- been very different from what we see spirit; but perhaps. the to-day.

acteristic is the true story that on one BAD OMENS GALORE!

occasion in May, when the Turks- The campaign ended in failure; but now so happily our very good friends that failure was not the fault of the made long and repeated efforts to troops, who on every occasion cover-break the Anzac line, there was such ed themselves with glory. Its funda- a rush of eager volunteers from every mental cause was lack of preparation other part of the position--cooks, or- in England before the campaign was launched.

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meeting

Many a

-By- Brigadier-General C.F. Aspinall- Oglander

derlies, fatigue parties from the beach, and even sick in hospital, all rushing up the hillside to take their share in this historic battle-that pickets had to be placed in the communication trenches to prevent unauthorised men crowding into the line.

The memory of my first with the Anzacs encourages these re- flections. My thoughts fly back to that afternoon in March, 1915, when, at 24 hours'. notice, Sir Ian Hamilton and twelve staff officers left London by special train for Dover en route for the Dardanelles. - Lady Hamilton had come to the station with her hus band; and Mr. Churchill and a small group of other notabilities were there to wave him good-bye. I had the luck to be one of those twelve staff- officers, and I remember thinking, as the train pulled out of the station, that if omens were important our own were nothing to boast about. We were a party of thirteen; the day was Friday; the date the 13th. And Sir Ian's first words, as he drew his head in from the carriage window, were: "I hope that's not unlucky; I kissed my wife goodbye through her veil!” .. Not till we got into the train had there been any time to discuss the

This was too much for the soldier problem ahead of us. But discussion could not. go far.. Lord Kitchener servant who at that moment was pass- had given the General a page of vague ing the bully-beef. "It's not a yarn instructions, but no plans had been at all," he burst in; "it's God's truth. formed. We had no up-to-date I tried to get up there myself last maps and no knowledge of the night: I offered. $5 to anyone who strength of the Turks and their de- would give up his place. But it was fences. It was mildly amusing to find, on arrival at Dover, that the light cruiser waiting to take us to Calais was named H.M.S: Foresight.

SHORT TITLE WANTED

NOT A MERE YARN.. Hearing this story on the day after battle, while lunching at Corps Head- quarters, an officer from G.H.Q. smil- ingly agreed that it was a good yarn.

no-good!”

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One morning, walking up to his commands trenches, the Divisional met a man sliding down the path un- able to keep his feet.

There was about these men an en- which' sounded gaging candour strange at times to English ears. When winter snows arrived, so many ac- It was a fortnight later that we first 'cident occurred on the slippery hill- saw the Anzac troops on their parade-sides that an order was issued for all ground; and what a sight they were! troops to be given new nails for their Every one of them seemed to be six- | boots. foot tall. They were the flower of the Dominions' manhood, and as fine a body of men as ever stood to arms, It was just about this time that the name "Anzac" was first coined, and there can be few who use that fam- ous word to-day who are aware of "Nails in my boots!" said the man. its derivation. Actually, as the title "Australian and New Zealand Army Corps" was too much of a mouthful for constant repetition, the necessity arose to choose a short title. While

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"Hi, there!" cried the General, "Haven't you got nails in your boots?"

"Why, I don't even know if I've got nails in my toes, they're so-cold!".

THEY DIDN'T WANT TO GO But chivalry and poetry, as well as

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