Dardanelles.

There was adventure wild and queer enough in the Dardanelles campaign
to fill a volume of Turkish Nights' Entertainments, but the people at
home know nothing of it.

This is the very type of adventure and incident which would have
aroused a war-sickened people; which would have rekindled war-weary
enthusiasm and patriotism in the land. Maybe most of these accounts of
marvellous escapes and 'cute encounters, secret scoutings and
extraordinary expeditions will lie now for ever with the silent dead
and the thousands of rounds of ammunition in the silver sand of Suvla
Bay.

The stars still burn above the Salt Lake bed; the white breakers roll
in each morning along the blue sea-shore, sometimes washing up the
bodies of the slain--just as they did when we camped near Lala Baba.

But the guns are gone and there the heavy silence of the waste places
reigns supreme.