Gallipoli Page #5

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- It's not...

- We both run under 10, don't we, Arch?

That's a coincidence.

Young Lasalles runs under 10.

Well, a fast pair of legs

is never a drawback in any troop.

I'll do what I can.

- Thank you, sir.

- Thank you.

Buy the antique.

Antique?

- Antique?

- No.

Billy.

Morning, ladies.

What do you think?

It's all right.

- What's the matter with you blokes?

- Nothing.

Hey, now look, I always wanted

to join the Light Horse.

Infantry not good enough for you, mate?

Well, if that's how you're gonna be,

I'll see you when I see you.

Come off the boil, Snow.

You know Frank.

Yeah, sell his own grandmother

for tuppence...

still talk his way into heaven.

It's just bad luck for mates to split up.

Monsieur Picard.

Telegram, Monsieur Picard.

Message for Major Barton.

Thank you, sir.

Message for Major Barton.

Can you see him? Thank you, sir.

He's just over there.

- Where?

- Just over there.

Run over and give it to him yourself.

Good evening, sir.

Message for Major Hamilton.

There he is over there. I see him.

Hey, you... Evening, sir.

Would you mind telling Dunne

that this is a dance for officers only?

Lasalles, have one or two drinks

before you go.

Sir!

Over there!

North of bay B-700. Douse it.

- Right, douse it!

- Douse it.

...bastards!

Come on, mate, you'll be all right.

- No smoking, no talking, pass it on.

- No smoking, no talking, pass it on.

Good day.

The thing I can't stand about you, mate,

is you're always so bloody cheerful.

Hey, mates, have you got any firewood?

Don't they ever let up?

Gentlemen, Jill, O'Reilly and Duggan,

get over here!

What's for breakfast?

Brown biscuit porridge

and fried bully beef.

Well, if you'd got the bacon

like you promised.

I can't work miracles.

So you're saying there's bacon around?

Well, there is. You just got to give me

some time to learn the ropes, that's all.

Winner take all, mate.

- What do you mean?

- Insurance.

Covers everything except sharks.

Here she comes!

- Look out!

- Down, boys!

My arm! My arm! I'm hit.

- Payment in full.

- Good on you.

Now you're flush, you couldn't lend me

five bob, could you?

- Thanks, mate.

- Thanks, mate.

That's it.

- You got a match?

- Over there.

11:
00. Go!

Did you get him?

Have a look for yourself.

Hello, Australia! Look good.

Come closer.

New blokes, are you?

- Here you go.

- No, thanks.

We were all right when we landed...

but the Turks have had us

pinned down here ever since.

You blokes have been brought over

to get ready for a big push.

That's good. We've been here for days

and I haven't seen a Turk yet.

I'm in no hurry.

Dead set, mate, I tell you. I'm sure.

Water bottles! Water bottles. Bottles.

- Go on, give us a smile.

- They came in clear.

Morning, Abdul!

- Bottles? You want a bottle?

- Hey, mate!

- Got a smoke?

- Yeah.

Keep your head down!

Have two.

Got any bacon?

Yeah, but we're a bit short

on the champagne.

Good on you, mate.

Pleased to meet you.

Yeah, it is shorter.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

It's a shortcut to the beach, isn't it?

Shortcut to the bloody cemetery.

There you go. What do you reckon?

- Thanks, mate.

- Yeah, right-o, pal.

Hey, keep down.

Righty-o, on my way.

We need some more supplies

over here.

Come on, don't dawdle!

Now you got to be joking.

Here, two mongrels!

Strewth!

Sneddy, you give us a hand

with this, mate?

Come on.

- He doesn't look too fierce to me.

- He's the midget of the family.

Get an eyeful of that.

Crikey!

- Here, take them.

- Sorry, mate, no sale.

- Come on, I'll throw that in.

- No, sorry.

- What's it worth to you, mate?

- The bacon and the flask.

Isn't that a bit rough?

Take it or leave it, mate, I've got to go.

Yeah, I suppose.

That means you, Private Wilson!

I want those men out of the boat!

Hey, Barn! Where are you, Barn?

Bill? Snowy!

- Well we're bound to lose for sure now!

- Frank!

You pack of bastards.

It's good to see you, mate!

We're all together again!

Hey, Arch! Come here, mate,

I've got some blokes for you to meet!

How's your donger, you bloody bugger?

You look like a bloody pirate!

Buggers! Hey, fellows,

I'd like you to meet a mate of mine.

- This is Archy. This here's Barney.

- Hi.

- Billy.

- How's it going?

- This little bloke here, this is Snowy.

- Good day.

- Where are you from?

- Out in the bush.

- Nice to meet you all!

- Has he been talking about us, has he?

You know Frank.

Yeah, he likes to hear

the sound of his own voice.

I reckon I know more about you

than your own mother.

Let's hope so!

What you're telling me, sir,

and correct me if I'm wrong...

is that the infantry attack on Lone Pine...

and our attack on The Nek

are just diversions.

Not just diversions, Major,

vitally important diversions.

Tonight, 25,000 British troops

will land here at Suvla Bay.

Our attacks are to draw the Turks down

on us so the British can get ashore.

Sorry I didn't tell you this before,

secrecy is vital.

But, sir, The Nek is a fortress...

protected by at least five

machine guns at point-blank range.

We've considered that, Barton.

We're gonna hit their trenches...

with the heaviest barrage

of the campaign...

just before your men go over the top.

By the time we've finished here,

there won't be a Turk within miles.

Turks can keep us pinned down

at Anzac forever.

This new British landing

is our only hope.

We must do what we can

to make it succeed.

Because if it does succeed,

we'll have Constantinople in a week...

and knock Turkey out of the war.

- Everything's ready?

- Yes, sir. All the guns are in position.

We'll start the bombardment at dawn

and stop at 0430 sharp.

That's just over 12 hours from now.

"Your name has been selected

at random...

"by the Ladies' Patriotic Auxiliary.

"We hope that this parcel

does its little bit...

"to keep up morale going..."

Have a look at this.

Crikey, looks like they chose

the measurements at random, too.

Some soap, ointment, lavender water.

Talcum powder, Eno's Fruit Salt.

God! The old ducks have sent me

half a chemists' shop.

What's this, a cookbook?

What do they think it is, a picnic?

It's the thought that counts, Frank.

It'd count a bit more

if they could bloody well think.

That does it.

A bloke that fixed my bike

18 months ago...

sends me a bill for seven and six!

- How's the time?

- 4:
30.

When are you going over?

- 5:
30.

- 5:
30.

- Still going for the ridge?

- No.

- What's it called?

- Lone Pine.

- What are you blokes doing?

- We're going for The Nek tomorrow.

- The Nek?

- Yeah.

I reckon the Turks got machine guns

everywhere up there.

Well, ships' guns gonna

knock them out before we go over.

- Like a drink?

- No.

Go on, Snow. The Lord's not gonna

hold it against you.

He turns a blind eye

about an hour before every battle.

He's right.

Hey, you beauty, Snowy.

When are they going?

Right about now.

Serious cases to the tent.

What's the way on?

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