Have I dwelt on all the unpleasant features of Gallipoli in this attempt to give you some impression of the life there? No. But enough. Why then is it that many look back on Anzac memories as the pleasantest of the war? In 1918 I was talking to Major-General Glasgow in France & we agreed that Gallipoli was as fine a thing to reflect on as we had experienced in the war. What was it? If it can be given in a word I would say it was the camaraderie. We were great mates there. If you didnt want to be it was fairly easy (for all the Army organization) to get away from the place. Those who remained knew and helped & loved each other and as time went on this comradeship deepened till a wounded or very sick man would be genuinely loath to be evacuated & when of necessity they had to go it would be with a look quite wistful & pathetic on being wrenched from their mates. Perhaps the fellowship was fostered by the thought that we were all in it. There were no back areas
