• Joshua Peck

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  • Enlistment - WW1

    Claremont / Main Rd, Claremont TAS 7011, Australia

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    St Leonards, TAS, Australia

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    • The Men of the 12th Battalion
    • Posted by jaydsydaus121, Sunday, 25 July 2021

    North-Eastern Advertiser (Scottsdale, Tas), Friday 19 November 1915, page 2 Soldiers' Letters FROM TASMANIANS AT THE FRONT [We shall be glad to receive and publish any letters from soldiers at the front which will be of general interest to our readers]. Private Josh Peck, of Patersonia, writing from Gallipoli under date Sept 18th, says:— I am quite well and still kicking along. I suppose you will be thinking that the Turks have got me dished up by now, but not quite. I saw in a picture in the Courier that, was sent tome, of the crowd on the Launceston Wharf waiting to see the wounded soldiers. Some of our mates who have returned here from England have had a great time , they seem to think a lot of the Australians in the old country. There has been some talk of us going away for a spell. I don't know where we are going to, very likely it will be to Egypt. I think it's about up to us to have a spell; it would be alright to get away from the noise of the guns for a month or so. I suppose by the time you get this letter you will be getting well into Spring in Tassie, as the Autumn is coming on here. The weather is getting quite cool at night, but we have had no rain yet, which we can do very well without. The flies are quite a pest. Life in trenches is not too bad, that is, while the weather is fine: but it is a brute when it is raining. Luckily it is not very often wet. I heard Harry Gillie was wounded a long time ago. I have not seen him since we left Egypt. Charlie Graves is here, still going strong. Things are a bit quiet this morning, a few bullets flying about, but they don't count. The shells are flying over head but they are doing very little damage. No one seems to take much notice of them. I think its just the thing here, just like being at work, so many hour's on and so many off, only it is a bit more exciting than most jobs. You must excuse this dirty paper, as paper is very scarce here. I saw some of the lads writing on the raps of the meat tins, and another is still I making post cards out of cigarette boxes. Had to go and carry water, but that job does not last long, as they always send alot of us. We are going to finish the baillie Turks up so as we can get back to Tassie.