shifts while daylight lasted which was for 18 out of the 24. It was a contest of wits. The wily Turk was known to send a puff of smoke from one crevice but another with a bullet from elsewhere. But our men loved the game – and many would quite voluntarily build a 'possy' on a site of their own choosing & worry a snipers nest by the hour.
After a week on the peninsular we were all lousy and unashamed. There was no avoiding the menace when one had to sleep on the ground in garments worn all day. Looking around at any time of the day one could always see men busy in an effort to cast out these irritating intruders from their clothing. There were some good 'chatty' stories circulated. I think the best I heard was from McSherry. McSherry by the way was by this time attached to the 15th Battalion and was acting Orderly Officer of Quinns Post. His yarn was of two men sitting by the track absorbed in this sanitary search.
"I dont reckon this does any good Snowy.
