d took down from a shelf a
little blue volume bearing the title "1914." With a pencil he
underlined certain phrases in a sonnet, and handed the book to us.
Doe brought his head close to mine, and we leant over the marked
page and read the lines together:

"These laid the world away, poured out the red
Sweet wine of youth, gave up the years to be
Of hope and joy--

Blow, bugles, blow--
Nobleness walks in our ways again--"

The Colonel--how like him!--saw the story of Pennybet, not as a
broken pillar, but as a graceful, upright column, with a richly
foliated capital.

Sec.7

The march of History in these wonderful months brought with it an
event that stirred the world. This was the first great landing of
the British Forces on the toe of the Gallipoli Peninsula, in their
attempt to win a way for the Allied Navy through the Straits of the
Dardanelles. On April 25th, 1915, as all the world knows, the men of
the 29th Division came up like a sea-breeze out of the sea, and,
driving the Turks and Germans from their coastal defences, swept
clear for themselves a small tract of breathing room across that
extremity of Turkey. Leaping out of their boats, and crashing
through a murderous fire, they won a footing on Cape Helles, and
planted their feet firmly on the invaded territory.

Three Kensingtonians known to us fell dead in that costly battle.
Stanley, who tried me in the Prefects' Room, took seven machine-gun
bullets in his body, and died in a lighter as it approached the
beach. Lancaster, who in less grand years would undoubtedly have
bowled for Oxford and England, lay down on W. Beach and died. And
White, the gentle giant--Moles White, who swam so bravely in the
Bramhall-Erasmus Race, was knocked out somewhere on the high ground
inland.

And, almost immediately after that distant battle of the Helles
beaches, in the early days of May, when England was all blossom and
bud, our First Line of the Cheshires was landed on Gallipoli to
support the 29th Division. The news was all over the regiment in no
time. The First Line had gone to the Dardanelles! Had we heard the
latest? The First Line were actually on Gallipoli!

Consider what it meant to us. We were the Second Line, whose object
was to supply reinforcing drafts to the First Line in whatever
country it might be ordered to fight. The First Line--we were proud
of the fact--had been the first territorial divisi