It proved the right word. "It was not his business" you may say. Thank God he had made it his business & every day & almost all day on Gallipoli Luther was doing such guiding fatherly deeds & was in the act of such a similar service to another when 7 weeks later to the profound sorrow of all who knew him a bullet laid him low.
By 2.15 things were quieter again. It was well for I remember wondering as I helped with the wounded that if we have casualties at this rate in the first five minutes where will the dear regiment be in 3 days time.
How did the enemy know so much about us? Their information was very good in these days: there must have been espionage. They even greeted us by name on arrival in the trenches "Come on 2nd Light Horse yes –". We had three mongrel interpreters which we had brought with the Brigade from Egypt – picked up God knows how – an Armenian
