e the first week in Gallipoli. I cursed my fate that I was
not permitted to have a camera there, to prove to Australians that these
things are true. As luck would have it, the next time I saw that same
scene the British official photographer was beside me. We saw the smoke
of a barrage on the skyline. And coming straight from it were two
little parties each headed by a flag.

We hurried to the place--and there it is on record, in the photograph
for every man to see some day just as we saw it, the little party coming
down the open with the angry shells behind them.

I asked those stretcher-bearers as I looked up at the shell-bursts how
the Germans treated them.

"They don't snipe us so long as we have this flag," one of them said.
"You see, we started it by not firing on theirs when they came out to
their wounded. Of course, we can't help the artillery," he added,
looking over his shoulder at the place from which he had come, where a
line of black shell-bursts was fringing the hill. "That's not meant for
us."

That understanding, if you can maintain it honourably and trust the
enemy to do the same, means everything--everything--to the wounded of
both sides. The commander who, sitting safely at his table, condemns his
wounded and the enemy's in No Man's Land to death by slow torture
without grounds for suspecting trickery, would incur a responsibility
such as few men would face the thought of.

Load after load, day and night, mile upon mile in and out of craters
across the open and back again--assuredly the Australian
stretcher-bearer has not degenerated since he made his name glorious
amongst his fellow soldiers at Gallipoli. Hear them speak of him.

CHAPTER XXII

OUR NEIGHBOUR

_France, October 10th._

There are next to us at present some Scotsmen.

Australians and New Zealanders have fought alongside of many good mates
in this war. I suppose the 29th Division and the Navy and the Indian
Mountain Batteries and Infantry were their outstanding friends in
Gallipoli. In France--the artillery of a certain famous regular
division. And the Scotsmen.

It is quite remarkable how the Australian seems to forgather with the
Scotsman wherever in France he meets him. You will see them sharing each
other's canteens at the base, yarning round each other's camp fires at
the front. Wherever the pipers are, there will the Australians be
gathered together.

I asked an Australian the other day how it was that he and