“Some may regard a trench as a romantic place, but it makes a thankless home. Most trenches were deep and narrow, safe from rifle fire and pretty secure from shrapnel. Nevertheless accidents did occur. A fellow would keep his head too far above the parapet or look too long through a peep hole and get sniped. Sometimes a bullet penetrated a badly filled sandbag and settled some poor devils account…the trenches zig-zagged all the way, so enemy fire could into enfilade for any distance. The sun stared down onto the baked earth and searched out every corner. To provide some shade, fellows stretched blankets overhead, pinned to the walls with bayonets. Sometimes attempts were made to get little comforts, such as seats, shelves and pictures from illustrated papers. But nothing really disguised the horror of these homes.â€
Loch, Sydney. To Hell and Back: The banned account of Gallipoli, Sydney: Harper Collins, 2007, p154.
Image: Men in trenches at Gallipoli.
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