Archive for October, 2015

I couldn’t help smiling

Posted: October 10, 2015 by tripmanic in 1915

Have just come off guard over a lot of sheds and stores at the docks. It was rather peculiar that it was the same dock that we berthed at when we first arrived here in the Ascanius. I couldn’t help smiling at the difference in my feelings when walking along the streets, then, and now. It is ten months ago too. I am feeling much better again, I think a little work did me good.

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Life is just crawling along

Posted: October 6, 2015 by tripmanic in 1915

Life is just crawling along in the same old fashion. I haven’t been feeling too good the last few days. I find that the complaint of mine takes a lot of shaking off. I managed to get a new hat the other day. It was quite time my old one was pensioned off, after thirteen months of duty. I posted a small History of Malta, also a collection of bullets, buttons and coins.

I managed to get 2 pounds yesterday, I wanted a fiver but couldn’t get it. I bought an electric torch, it is like the one I had before. I want to get a luminous faced watch for the trenches. I got a couple of volumes of Dickens : Hard Times” and “Barnaby Rudge”. They were cheap too – 7pt. Each (1/6). It is still very hot here.

I am not the least bit interested in Alexandria

Posted: October 6, 2015 by tripmanic in 1915

I have been blowing round the town, on my own. I am not the least bit interested in Alexandria.

There doesn’t seem to be much to see, and nowhere to go to. I got a very nice torch for half a sovereign. I am going to get a watch if I can get enough money. I have had awful fights to get any pay at all, one would think I was asking them to lend it to me, instead of giving me my just dues. The Military owe me 45 pounds, without deferred or allotted pay.

I expect to get away on Saturday the 8th, and I will be very glad too. I have had a most miserable time since I left the Peninsular, I don’t feel better either. Up on the Peninsular we are treated like men, but here we are made as uncomfortable as possible, generally by whelps who haven’t done any fighting, and don’t intend to either. My word there is a very strong feeling against the men who take these safe comfortable base jobs. Well, enough of this growling – I will go and buy a volume of Dickens and sooth my temper. I bought Hard Times a couple of days ago. I notice you have some of the wounded home now, I bet there will be some wonderful tales told.

I went for a car ride

Posted: October 4, 2015 by tripmanic in 1915

Yesterday I went for a car ride out along the coast about five miles. All round here is the summer resort for Europeans. There are rows of bathing boxes, all along the beach. I also went out to the Muzah Gardens about six miles out of Alexandria. The place is beautifully laid out in lawns, palms, and flowers. Also there are a few Zoological exhibits as well. It was all very pretty, but I am getting very tired of the everlasting nigger.

I have met quite a number of my old friends, the last few days. Saw Allan Chittleborough Saturday night, he is looking tip top. Is a sergeant in one of the transport parties here. Also met Hocking, he used to keep goal for Norths. He is in the A.M.C. unloading Hospital Ships etc.

I am feeling pretty right now, in another week ought to be in quite good condition.

I am a regular tourist now

Posted: October 2, 2015 by tripmanic in 1915

Overseas Forces base Camp, Mustapha, Alexandria

One more step on my travels, I am a regular tourist now and ought to know the Mediterranean pretty well before I finish.

We arrived in Alexandria Wednesday night and berthed Thursday afternoon. Immediately we were alongside, the Australians were marched off. We had to march through the town and catch a car on the other side which took us out to this place. It is an immense camp. There are English troops, New Zealanders and Australian, in different camps, besides a big motor transport camp. It is just the same old sand that we had at Mena, only it is on the beach practically. So far I haven’t had much to do, I am in charge of about fifty of the toughest, dirtiest, most unwilling lot of beggars you ever saw. All I have to do is to see that they are all present on parades.

Last night I took a walk through Alexandria. It struck me as being a much nicer place that Cairo. I stuck to the European section entirely. I am not physically strong enough to stand the smells of the native quarters yet. There are not the lovely buildings here as in Cairo, but the place is cleaner, neater and the niggers don’t worry you half so much trying to sell articles. I believe it can be as evil as Cairo, but I don’t think I will worry it at all.

I managed to get my black kit bag yesterday. It was like seeing and old friend. I was very lucky, I only lost two manuscript copy books, one 100 and the other 50 pages, both had been used a little, the old original one I first had was there, I will sent it on to you. Managed to get my old felt hat too, it was pretty badly battered, but after a good wash it soon regained its shape. As far as I know I will be here for a week, then we go to Lemnos, and from there to Anzac.

There are rumours that the first Division A.I.F. and New Zealanders are spelling at Lemnos. I hope it is so.

I saw  Moyse, he is looking very well. He has a job in one of the H.Q Officers. One of the things in my bag that hadn’t been touched was the old Gillette Razor. I was very surprised as some of the bags had been absolutely ransacked. I saw Crowie’s bag there, it didn’t appear to have been touched.

Coming into the wharf, we passed the Seang Choon. She has been done up and painted as a hospital ship. I believe the Ionian has been treated similarly.

I heard yesterday that Mr Rowe our late platoon commander has gone to England. He deserves a good rest, and ought to have a good time.

On the way into town, about a quarter of an hours trip on the cars, we pass the racecourse. It is a fine little place. There are polo, golf, tennis grounds, and the course. It is all green with turf and looks very inviting.

Another place is a big stone building built on the Roman forum principal – it is the bull ring. Here there used to be big bull fights held, until Kitchener put his foot down.