scrambled up the slopes over the top into "No-mans-land" there to behold an unforgetible sight & to scent a stench indescribable Dead in all stages of decomposition were strewn over the ground. In the valley opposite "Quinns" and "Courtneys" the Turkish dead lay as a battalion in open bivouac and one was assured that the accounts respecting the enemy losses on May 19th had not been exaggerated. But over all the stench! It was in ones system for days. My job was the burying. Cotton-wool in my nostrils & occasional nips of rum & water fortified me for the ordeal. There was a line of demarcation equidistant between our respective trenches marked by guards so that friend & foe stood face to face that neither should trespass. All military equipment was stacked on the dividing line. In most cases the only identification on bodies were their boots and thus one distinguished Australian New Zealander or "Tommy". One Lieut Hindman of the 15th Battalion who had
