Wednesday, 21 October 2015

Poem ~ Habits of a Turkish Sniper - Thursday, 21 October 1915


Source: File: Gallipoli 1915 a sniping pair.jpeg An observer is looking for targets through a periscope, while the sniper is ready with rifle with periscope sight Photo taken by a soldier of the London Rifle Brigade (1/5th Battalion, The London Regiment) - [online] see an original image at: <https://www.awm.gov.au/collection/A05767/> [21 October 2015].

Back two months to Summer’s August
Date 25th the location Gaba Tepe, Turkey.
In the midst of the Dardanelles Imperial
Force Representative, Captain Bean
Told of the Turkish sniper’s ways.

Another environment; hot open spaces
In which to fight an opposition, whose
Acquaintance of rocks and gorse gave
Challenge for a determined invader.

Not the glutinous mud of Flanders
Nor the altitude of Alpine mountains -
But a long open valley, once silent -
Then filled with concealed fighters,
Those being the Turkish snipers.

Captain Bean's explanations gave
Two likely ways to deal with situations
Of the waiting, watching gunmen -
With ideas out of theoretical manuals.

One way to build across valley's length,
An imperial formation of a sandbagged
Wall - alternatively to put in place
A counter sniper buttress  - this would
Allow a man to stroll in sight of enemy.

The idea was that the Turkish shooter
Would find a score of rifle fire from
Hidden posts, would get bullets home -
Such is theory’s extension of cover fire.

An obvious strategist’s actions that sets
To protect advancing body of troops,
As they set from shelter of one trench
On way to take next - Thus this was
Adoption taken on by Anzac presence.

Assigned by that line’s Australian
Officer, one New Zealander was given
Reign to organise system of protection -
A sport that appealed to all Anzacs.

In tourist’s approach they made out
Lay of the land hillsides and valleys
Came under close scrutiny - in days
They were familiar with each and every
Hole, tunnel or corner of the enemy.

By recognition respect of the bravery
And cleverness of the Turkish sniper,
Realization of the fire he was under set
Him to suggest alternative source of fire.

The brave Turk took to stand breast
High at night, to face flashes shot
From a dozen loopholes - who then
Are countered as that lone gunmen,
A volunteer target draws their fire.

In darkness of the Gaba Tepe valley,
Silence was broken - snaps and cracks
Of flashes - like momentary candles -
Flash and speed in hopeless mockery.

Night firing in Dardanelles lacked
Accuracy - the Turks that lean from
Parapets, to attempt to focus down
On any possible figures in gullies -
Waste their shots over opposition.

Lights like star flashes - night skies
Merge with earth to form harmless
Night snipers - but in daylight’s promise
A periscope of a Turk was dangerous.

Endeavours came in all types and sizes;
Endless mirrors on sticks, in cases
Of metal, with dead and green leaves -
As a sandbag or sacking shreds,
To be part of a torn sandbag in wind.

A small tubular type, believed bullet
Proof, distracted by a larger dummy
Or even waved back and forth briefly;
All the cleverest types being smashed.

Night is when work was carried out
With the Turk no different - in pitch
Dark they left their murky trenches,
To curse as they stumbled amid scrub;
Sound and smell drift out to watchers.

The noise of work; a shovel or carpentry.
Then by light a newly built V, with hole
For a sniper appears, or a new sandbag -
Obvious to Anzac sniper who shoots it.

In one strange experiment one morning,
There appeared a wicker work shape
Over Turkish parapet a weird beast -
Between a pig and alligator - a snout
And openings like eyes, looking out.

Warily, not knowing it’s meaning, this
Thing was watched until one Anzac
Fired at it - paused to reload to see
The beast look directly towards him.

With no hesitation he fired rounds
Into its muzzle and the construction
Broke, being ripped to tiny bits, never
To reappear - Such strange sports
Captain Bean describes never ended.

Only after the British army landed in
Suvla Bay, Anzac snipers assigned
To join them - having lost sportsman
Who had been their first  organizer.

Within that July and August standoff
Another Australian, a polo player
Took over - then recalled to an attack
Turks on 6 August, before his snipers
Were ready, he fell amid the scrub oak.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1915. Epic of Anzac -The Turkish Sniper. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 21 October. P.7. Col.1. Available at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/11936798/Daily-Telegraph-October-21-1915.html [Accessed: 21 October 2015].

Mann, J., 2015. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 21 October 2015). 



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