du plus vif interet pour hater
la decision, de creer au Gouvernement Turc des inquietudes dans
d'autres parties de l'Empire, pour l'empecher d'amener ici toutes
ses forces.

Dans cet ordre d'idees on peut envisager deux moyens. L'un, le plus
efficace, est l'action russe ou bulgare. La Grece est mal placee
geographiquement pour exercer une action sur la guerre. Seule la
Bulgarie, par sa position geographique, prend les Turcs a revers.
Sans doute, a voir la facon dont les Turcs amenent devant nous les
troupes et les canons d'Adrianople, ont ils un accord avec la
Bulgarie, mais la guerre des Balkans prouve que la Bulgarie n'est
pas embarrassee d'un accord si elle voit ailleurs son interet. La
question est donc d'offrir un prix fort a la Bulgarie.

L'autre est de provoquer des agitations dans differentes parties de
l'Empire, d'y faire operer des destructions par des bandes,
d'obliger les Turcs a y envoyer du monde. Cela encore vaut la peine
d'y mettre le prix.

Je suis, avec un profond respect, mon General,

Votre tres devoue,
(_Sd._) GOURAUD.

Boarded a destroyer at 11.15 a.m. and sailed straight for Gully Beach.
Then into dinghy and paddled to shore where I lunched with de Lisle at
the 29th Divisional Headquarters. Hunter-Weston had come up to meet me
from Corps Headquarters.

With both Generals I rode a couple of miles up the Gully seeing the 87th
Brigade as we went. When we got to the mouth of the communication trench
leading to the front of the Indian Brigade, Bruce of the Gurkhas was
waiting for us, and led me along through endless sunken ways until we
reached his firing line.

Every hundred yards or so I had a close peep at the ground in front
through de Lisle's periscope. The enemy trenches were sometimes not more
than 7 yards away and the rifles of the Turks moving showed there was a
man behind the loophole. Many corpses, almost all Turks, lay between the
two lines of trenches. There was no shelling at the moment, but rifle
bullets kept flopping into the parapet especially when the periscope was
moved.

At the end of the Gurkha line I was met by Colonel Wolley Dod, who took
me round the fire trenches of the 86th Brigade. The Dublin Fusiliers
looked particularly fit and jolly.

Getting back to the head of the Gully I rode with Hunter-Weston to his
Cor