was severely
wounded and he replied, "I don't care a damn, I did for the bloke who
shot me". That is the sort of men we want in the army.

_August 8th._--Two Divisions were landed at Suvla Bay, beyond Anzac,
and it is said a third Division will also land there. They are said to
have made good progress inland, on their way to Maidos, and if they
succeed in cutting the Turkish line of communication Achi Baba is
likely to be evacuated--so it is said, but the Turk has already given
us more than one surprise--we shall see.

On my hurry round from Pink Farm two days ago an orderly dumped my
pack at the Zigzag among a pile of packs belonging to the wounded, and
since then it has not been seen. I set off to-day for Gully Beach half
expecting to find it there as it was from here the wounded were
transferred to the hospital ships. I next went on to W. Beach and
inquired at Ordnance and the C.C.S. but all to no purpose; however, I
was able to pick up a few necessities from each of these places. I
dined at our base, the C.O. and Dickie being the only officers
present.

I afterwards attended Kellas's funeral. We buried him in the little
cemetery inland from our Beach, to the music of flying shells, one
landing at the entrance as the ambulance wagon with his body drew up,
and several others followed. The padre who officiated said this was
the first time he had seen a funeral shelled. During the service we
all stood in the big grave for safety, and, I am afraid, were forced
to think more of our own protection than the solemnity of the
occasion. The whole company consisted of four officers and eight men,
all that we could muster. Poor Kellas we left sewn in a blanket of the
usual military type and covered with a Union Jack. I never met a man I
respected more than Kellas, he was most gentle and brave, and in every
way a good sort. If a man really deserved to be "sat upon" no one
could squash him better than Kellas.

_August 9th._--Fiddes and I came to Aberdeen Gully last night with
most of the men, leaving twelve and an N.C.O. to act as bearers in the
Zigzag track, these to be relieved every twelve hours. A few wounded
stragglers reached us, but there was little doing to-day. We had one
cowardly chap, who had had his fill of fighting and tried to do away
with himself by taking a draught from a cresol tin. He is now under
close arrest and will be handed over to the tender mercies of a
court-martial.

_August 10th._--Walked