4 FebruaryJulis, Palestine
A great day’s programme, driving around the camps–troops drawn up in many places–salutes–great precision–with only the old and bold cooks calling out “How are you Bob?”.
At Julis Camp march past...With amplifiers I address them–a message from them to the gallant people of Great Britain—no cheap promises but a pledge that at home we will endeavour to work for them so as to be worthy of them.
It is a moving thing to speak to thousands of young men, mere boys, in the flower of their youth, many of whom will never see Australia again. War is the abomination of desolation, but its servants are a sight to see. These men are unbeatable.
War is the abomination of desolation, but its servants are a sight to see. These men are unbeatable.