Gallipoli Page #6

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Slightly wounded over here.

Put him aside.

Down to the tent with that one.

He's an urgent case.

Morphine! We need

some more morphine out here!

All right, mate.

You'll be all right, mate.

You'll be back in Adelaide in no time.

Anybody here seen Billy Lewis?

Barney Wilson? Snow?

Hey, mate, you seen Billy Lewis?

Bill? You all right?

Barney's dead.

He was running alongside of me and...

I thought he just tripped.

You know how clumsy he is.

Snow?

I need some help.

They won't give me any food

or anything to drink.

Why do you reckon that is, Frank?

They know what they're doing, Snow.

We got their butts, Frank.

We took their bloody trenches.

Yeah, Billy said you were a real hero.

Just give my diary to Mum and Dad,

will you?

I just want them to know what I did.

Come across here, tie down.

There's another bleeder for you.

GSW...

Come on, no Turk in his right mind

is gonna waste a bullet on you.

- Get some sleep, mate.

- Yeah.

That's you, mate.

Here's one. You hungry?

Sharp enough for you, sir?

Nine and five-sixteenths, eh?

Kimberley Gift.

You're Archy Hamilton, aren't you?

Excuse me, sir.

Don't worry, I'm not gonna turn you in.

I'm proud to have you with us.

Thank you, sir.

Matter of fact,

I want you as a runner tomorrow.

But, sir, I'd rather fight.

A few extra yards of speed, son,

could save the lives of hundreds of men.

I've come a long way to be in this.

I don't want to miss out now.

I need a runner, Hamilton.

Communications won't last five minutes

once the shelling starts.

Coming through.

You could use Frank.

He's just as fast as I am...

and I'm the one that really

got him into this.

He wanted to start a bike shop.

- Is he scared?

- No, sir.

- Well, just a bit.

- Who isn't, son?

Do you mind?

Dunne, report to Major Barton.

- What the hell for?

- You're off the hook.

He needs a runner. Go on, hop to it.

Can I have your luck? Malish, fate.

Well, see you when I see you.

Not if I see you first.

Fix bayonets!

Fix bayonets, first wave.

First wave, fix bayonets.

First wave, fix bayonets.

Fix bayonets!

Keep your heads down!

Fire!

I know you still haven't forgiven me

for running off.

But I'm sure in my own mind

that I was right.

And so would you

if you were here with me now.

We're getting ready to make

an all-out assault on Johnny Turk...

and we know we're gonna give a good

account of ourselves and our country.

Everyone is terribly excited.

There's a feeling that

we're all involved in an adventure...

that's somehow larger than life.

Cease fire!

Cease fire!

Jesus!

Shouldn't have stopped yet,

should it, sir?

There's still seven minutes to go.

Maybe they're luring the Turks back...

to the trenches

to give them a final burst.

Dunne, get on to headquarters,

find out what's happening.

- What's happened?

- Damned if I know.

You best send us now.

If the Turks get back into the trenches,

we'll be cut to pieces.

Just hang on.

They might give a final burst.

They're going back

into the trenches, sir.

- Colonel Robinson.

- Barton, sir.

Barton, I don't care

what your watches say.

Mine says they should have gone

three minutes ago. So send them.

Sir, do you know

they're back in the trenches?

I know that, Barton,

and I still say you must go.

Steady, lads. Look to your front, boys.

Yes, sir.

- It's too late, I think.

- It's too late.

We go ahead, as planned.

Come on, lads. Unload your rifles.

Nothing up the spout,

we're going in with the bayonets.

No bullets. Unload!

Nothing up the spout!

We're going in with the bayonets.

Steady, lads. Wait for it!

Come on, lads!

Get ready, second wave!

Leave the wounded

and get up to the wall!

Come on, get up, mate.

Les.

- Stick with me, mate.

- You're right.

Second wave, get ready.

Leave the wounded

and get up to the wall.

- Come on, boys, face to the wall!

- Face to the wall!

Steady, lads, look to your front.

Third wave, take positions.

I'm not sending any more men

out into that.

Come on, boys!

Third wave, get up to the wall.

What's happening out there,

Lieutenant?

It's all pretty confusing

at the moment, sir.

Has it been a success or hasn't it?

Well, it's hard to say, sir.

There was a report

that one of our marker flags...

was seen in the enemy trench.

- Mark... Flag...

- Hello?

Hello? Hello, sir?

Hello? Hello?

- Damn! Dunne...

- Third wave, take up your positions.

Come on, boys.

Stretcher-bearers,

get me some stretcher-bearers.

- Line cut?

- Yes, sir.

- Take that to the Colonel.

- Yes, sir.

I've said it to you lads before,

now face the wall!

Gangway! Urgent message.

Colonel Robinson, urgent message.

Two more men in here, quickly.

Third wave, fix your bayonets!

No bullets! Bayonets only!

Tell Major Barton

the attack must proceed.

Sir, I don't think you got the picture.

They're being cut down

before they can get to five yards.

Bloody line. Our marker flags

have been seen in the Turkish trenches.

The attack must continue at all costs.

I repeat, the attack must proceed.

Steady. Steady, lads.

Okay, come on. Get up for a minute.

Marker flags?

Who told you there were marker flags?

I heard someone say

they'd seen one, sir.

- Who? Who?

- I'm not sure, sir.

Gray, you bloody idiot.

Nobody got further than 10 yards.

Why don't you go

above Robinson's head, sir?

General Gardner. Go like the wind.

Message for GHQ!

Message for GHQ! Urgent message!

Pick it up! That a boy, run!

It does sound pointless to go on.

On the other hand...

Excuse me, sir.

British are ashore at Suvla.

- Are they meeting heavy opposition?

- None, sir.

Apparently, they've called a halt...

and the officers are sitting on the beach

drinking cups of tea.

Tell Major Barton the attack is...

Just tell him that I'm reconsidering

the whole situation.

Yes, sir.

They're not going to make us go,

are they?

No, there's no point.

Those men should have gone, Barton.

Marker flags have been seen.

Not by me, sir.

I've asked for confirmation

from General Gardner.

Your orders are to attack

and you'll do so immediately.

The British at Suvla must be allowed

to get ashore. Is that clear?

You are to push on.

It's cold-blooded murder.

I said push on.

Right, sir.

Can't ask the men to do

what I wouldn't do myself.

All right, men, we're going.

I want you all to remember who you are.

You're the 10th Light Horse!

Men from Western Australia.

Don't forget it.

Good luck.

- Good luck, sir.

- You, too.

"Though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death

"I shall fear no evil: For Thou art with me

"thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me

"my cup runneth over"

What are your legs? Springs.

Steel springs.

What are they gonna do?

They're going to hurl me down the track.

How fast can you run?

As fast as a leopard.

How fast are you gonna run?

As fast as a leopard.

Then let's see you do it.

Gangway! Gangway! Urgent message!

Gangway!

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