• Walter Frank Weatherstone

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  • Enlistment - WW1

    Liverpool, New South Wales, Australia

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    Parkesbourne, NSW, Australia

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    • The Men of the 6th LH Regiment
    • Posted by jaydsydaus121, Thursday, 22 July 2021

    Goulburn Evening Penny Post (NSW), Thursday 2 December 1915, page 2 FROM THE FRONT. TROOPER WEATHERSTONE. Trooper Walter Weatherstone in a letter from Gallipoli Peninsula, October 13, to his sister, Mrs. A. S. Wright, Opal-street, Goulburn, writes:—I received your letter this morning in the fighting line. You have no idea what a letter means to us in the trenches. We have been in the trenches a fortnight to-day, and so far none of my reinforcement have been wounded, so you see there is not so much danger as is thought in Australia. It is marvellous how the shells miss some of them. I have seen a shell fall within a few yards of a man, and the shrapnel bullets fly all around, and yet he escapes. The first day I was here I felt rather queer when the shells went screaming over my head, but now I do not mind them if I am in the trenches, because you are comparatively safe there. In the firing line we seldom see any Turks, and if you do it is only for a second. Of a day time we have periscopes for observing with and at night time we have loopholes to look through. It is a great sight to watch the cruisers bombarding the Turks' trenches of a night. There is one cruiser that keeps a search light on their position all night, and in the day time there are airships flying over them, so they cannot do much without our knowing. I have seen as many as twenty shells fired at these aeroplanes, but none of them burst closer than a quarter of a mile of them. It is beginning to get very cold here now, and we find the sheepskin vests very acceptable. We are getting good rations, and, for my part, I think they are far ahead of Liverpool, where they have everything for their convenience. The only thing that is hard to get is water. We are only allowed a bottle for twenty-four hours, but we are having tea three times a day, so can manage all right. I have not had a wash for a week, but I am contemplating using a pint of my drinking water for that purpose shortly. Some of the boys look characters with their long beards on. I'm afraid their girls would not know some of them. Thank goodness I am not troubled with superfluous hair. The flies are terrible here. If you leave your tea uncovered for a few seconds there will be a hundred dead flies in it when you look. It is rather exciting work knocking Abdul's parapets down every time he puts them up. That is about all we have to shoot at at present. There are some very good snipers amongst the Turks, and it doesn't do to put your head above the parapet for too long. I am hoping we will push on soon, as it is very trying and monotonous work in the trenches, and it will be a lot worse if we get much rain. P.S. Excuse pencil. My "dug-out" is not fitted up with a writing table yet, but I have ordered one in Constantinople.