4th November 1915
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WELSH “GRIT” IN GALLIPOLI.

The following letter has been received from Private P. Morgan, 8th R. W. F., who is now in Edinburgh War Hospital, West Lothian, suffering from poisonous gases, by his brother, Private J. H. Morgan, R. A. M. C., Central Hospital, Lichfield : —

“At first we landed at a place called Cape Helles, on the Achi Baba side of Gallipoli, but we were only there for a short time, always on our guard for fear of an attack.

Then we were shifted to our new landing, which the Australians had made. We did not have much to do for a few weeks, only digging trenches and wells, until the 7th August, when our captain (Capt. Lloyd) read out the orders that we had to go  and take three lines of trenches along with the Australians.

The latter were to make an attack on the right before us. About 2 p.m. the following day (8th August), our Navy opened fire and began to bombard the hill we were going to take. We could hear nothing but the hissing and the bursting of shells, which did great havoc among the Turks.

After about two hours of bombardment the Australians started the attack and gained three lines of trenches, but were unable to hold them long, through loss of men and the Turks being reinforced.

We then had the command to move, so we started out with our brave captain (Capt. Lloyd) in front of us. We were ready to follow him anywhere. When we reached the hill which is called Quinn’s Port, we had to enter a trench in single file to cover ourselves from the fire the Turks were pouring into us.

After a while the fire slackened, and we once more began to make for the hill. The Turks opened a terrific fire on us once again, but the Welsh showed them this time what metal they are made of. We charged up the hill in single file, and our boys fell like true Welshmen, face towards the enemy, and the wounded were carried back with smiles on their faces, though in great pain.

I can tell you that the boys of ‘Glanau Amman a Dyffryn Llwchwr’ that day showed that they had a bit of grit in them, and were as good as the boys of any other part of ‘Cymru Anwyl.’ We stuck to it all day, though the losses of our company were heavy, until reinforcements came up from Suvla Bay.”

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