GALLIPOLI GAME

Hokitika Guardian, 19 October 1928, Page 2

GALLIPOLI GAME

Even now new stories of Gallipoli are still coming! Just before “stand to,” every morning Splinter and Bluey, the battalion snipers, crept out to their post in readiness for the day’s bag. Their position was so exposed to the enemy’s line that it necessitated absolutely no movement, lest it become known to the Turk, and another good sniper’s possy be destroyed. For weeks now they bad observed a big fat Turk, who every morning just after “stand down” made his wav across the open to his own tienches, with a brazen ness and ease that inspired with admiration. “Look here,” said Bluey. “that 1 urk is getting too damned cheeky. What do you say if ,we get him this morning.” “Right,” answered Splinter. And, determined to give this Jac-ko a peisonal meeting with Allah, they once more took up their sniper’s position The minutes dragged as they waited expectantly with finger on trigger ready for their prey. Th c sun oozed forth, but no Turk came. An bompassed and still no Turk. Slowly the time dragged on, and the sun blazed but never a sign of their intended victim.

At long last Splinter quietly drew

his left arm towards Bluey to view his wristlet-watch and whispered: “I say, Bluey, its 10 o’clock, and he hasn’t come yet.” “Yes,” replied Bluey. still in a whisper: “J. hope nothing's happened to the poor Blighter.”—Sydney paper.