On January 22nd, 1917, the 7th Manchesters reached their "farthest east"
in the final stage of the march to El Arish. Most of the day's labours
had to be accomplished in a blinding sandstorm, which fortunately had
subsided when we arrived at our destination. As we reached El Arish one
had a curious feeling that the canal zone was being left well behind,
and as far as mileage was concerned it certainly was, since the Suez was
one hundred miles away. Nevertheless, up to now one had felt that really
we were on canal defence, and however far we went out there had been
little change in the country so that one hardly seemed to progress. Now,
all that had been left behind, and we were amongst new scenes.

This growing impression was completed on our arrival. We pitched camp on
a hill north-west of the town and about six hundred yards from it, so
that we had a perfect view of the place, which resembled a picture out
of the Bible, and was not quite like anything seen in Egypt. It was
obvious we were in a new country--in fact we were knocking at the gates
of Palestine, but no one amongst us knew that an entry was to be made
into that country. The affair at Rafa, for instance, had only been a
raid, and the Turks had once more strengthened the place. British
territory had been cleared of the enemy and it was felt that a system of
frontier defence would be constructed, and small garrisons left to
maintain the boundary.

Eight months had passed since the battalion left the vicinity of
peaceful civilisation, so to meet it again, crude though it was amidst
the mud huts of El Arish, filled our men with extreme curiosity. The
town was placed out of bounds because of the fear of cholera, small pox,
etc., but there was much of interest to be seen. Groves of fig trees
surrounded the place on the edge of the Wadi, and it was a matter for
speculation as to where they obtained their sustenance for it was