divisions; but I fancy they would rather fight beside other Australians
or New Zealanders than beside the most famous units in the world.
Chaffing apart, that is the feeling of the oldest unit towards the
newest.




CHAPTER XXXIII

WHY HE IS NOT "THE ANZAC"

_France, November 28th._


"You don't call us the Anzacs, do you?" asked the man with the elbow
sling appealingly. "You call us just Australians and New Zealanders,
don't you?"

I hesitated for a minute or two racking my brain--it seemed to me that
once, some months back, I had used that convenient term in a cabled
message.

"Oh, don't for goodness sake say you do it, too," said the owner of the
elbow sling pathetically. "Isn't Australians good enough?"

"I'm not sure--once--I may have. Not for a long time, anyway. I
sometimes speak of the Anzac troops or the Anzac guns."

"Oh, that is all right--Anzac troops--there's no objection to that--we