Tuesday, 26 January 2016

Poem ~ Turkish Tunnel War - Wednesday, 26 January 1916

Impression sketch of British Officer in Turkish Tunnel - by Jamie. See original at:

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An article by way of Australia’s
High Commissioner, was penned
By Captain Bean - an official
From the Dardanelles, for press
With the imperial Forces.

With the retreat from Turkish
Land having taken place, stories
Still emerged to tell experiences -
As those of the 24th Australian
Battalion in a tunnel's discovery.

Along with 23 Battalion men,
An officer and Engineer's
Corporal they entered entrance
To an underground passageway,
At a distance behind Turk's lines.

In an air of joviality they took
To hand and knees, crawling
Underground - to see where
The tunnels led, the officer
Turned into a slanting tunnel.

In the light at the end of that
Tunnel, was seated a Turkish
Sentry - his rifle aimed down
The hole - this officer froze,
To believe he had been seen.

A foot held mid-air, this officer
Held his pipe clenched tightly
Between gritted teeth; the sentry
Sighed and leaned gently back -
The officer was safe in darkness.

Moving on, the Anzac found
Another opening and guard -
This time the more confident
Officer, closer then peered out
Seeing Turkish guards talking.

Withdrawing by a backwards
Slow shuffle, the Australian
Left that sentry - in their return
They blew Turkish barricade
And sentry high into fresh air.

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2nd Australian Division
Fought their battles below
Ground, in pitch darkness -
The division of diggers
Digging into other tunnels.

Armed with their picks,
They broke into Turkish
Spaces - through the gap
A candle might be seen,
Held by Turkish diggers.

In claustrophobic fights,
As shots flashed in the dark
Of underground warrens -
Until possession between
Sides were finally settled.

With hand to hand fights
In tunnel against tunnel -
They crossed side by side
To intersect with frantic
Turk and Anzac reactions.

In the early days of arrival
A New Zealand situation,
Of machine gunnery called
Quinn's Post, was situated
On the top of the valley.

Quinn's Post in the dense
Scrub, turned into a churned
Field from actions beneath -
Where fifty Anzac mines blew,
Along with ten Turks mines.

Quinn's Post lay to bitter end,
Among relics of broken timber,
Like rotten teeth, amid earthy
Clods - while craters cut across
What had once been trenches.

by Jamie Mann.

Anon.,1916. Epic Of Anzac - 'Tunnel Against Tunnel'. The Daily Telegraph, [online] 25 January 1916. P.12. Col.3. Available at http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/ww1-archive/12111105/Daily-Telegraph-January-25-1916.html [Accessed: 25 January 2016].

Mann, J., 2016. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 25 January 2016). 



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