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the first "hotel de charme" on the Gallipoli peninsula
In "Gallipoli - The New Zealand Story", (p. 253) Christopher Pugsley quotes Lt Westmacott, who shares a cabin with his friends Lts Harold Allen & Herman Stuart Baddeley, all platoon commanders of the 16th Waikato Company (AIR) :
I had hardly turned over to go to sleep again, when the rumble of guns made me jump out of my bunk and the two others joined me at the porthole. They were the guns at Cape Helles where the 29th Division must by now be going ashore. Day was just breaking. There was a slight mist along the shore. Save for flashes from ships’ guns we could see nothing in the half light. It was nice and cool with the promise of a glorious day. It was a little after 4.00 am I said, “We may not rest so comfortably tonight. Let us go to sleep again” and we did very quickly. My words were prophetic. Before another night both my friends were died …
(Joseph)
Lalor waved his hand and moved his own line to join Morshead’s. Fire was coming from the lower knolls down by the beach. Lalor stood up to see, and resolved to charge forwards. “Now then, 12th Battalion,” he cried; and, as he said the words, a Turkish bullet killed him.
Simcock, John ... a red-headed fruit-seller well known in Perth, Western Australia, as Pinktop, under which name he traded. He was a strange, ungainy, splay-footed soldier. His main anxiety –sedulously encouraged by his mates- had been how he should face barbed wire, and he had solved the problem by putting thin guards beneath his putties. His sergeant had ordered him to remain on the beach as sentry over the men’s packs, but he
The Australians were being virtually led by Lalor, a colourful personality even by Anzac standards; a deserter from the Royal navy, he hed served with the foreign legion and had then got himself involved in a South American revolution before returning to Australia to enlist in the army; clutching an old family sword firmly in his right hand, he was directing all operations from just above The Nek.
"Gallipoli", Robert Rhodes James, p. 114
... (Brain)
Swannell had felt sure that he would be killed, and had said so on the Minnewaska before he landed, for he realised that he would play this game, as he had played Rugby football- with his whole heart. Now, while kneeling in order to show his men how to take better aim at a Turk, he was shot dead.
refused, and came on with the rest. In the fighting on Sunday night –in
an endeavour, it is said, to bring a wounded man into cover- Private Pinktop was
killed.
"The story of Anzac", Volume I, (Sydney 1981), Charles E. W. Bean, p. 472