At #gazas heights the Light #Horse dashed,

Bold #Cameliers charged in vain;

The #Welsh were slaughtered, #Scots were smashed;

In the #Wadi #blood flowed like #rain

Then Tim heard an officerβ€”who at Mons

Had stemmed the #huns advanceβ€”

Exclaim, ’mid the roar of the murdering guns,

β€œI wish I was back in France.”

#poem called "Lucky Tim" about #TimothyHogg

https://link.springer.com/chapter/10.1057/9781137264800_5

So here we are again #history #repeats itself, first as a #tragedy second as a #farce

The Gaza Trenches

As this poem suggests, the Second Battle of Gaza and the days that followed were some of the darkest of the war for the men of the Egyptian Expeditionary Force. In many ways trench lines recreated the underground life that was common in other theaters of the Great...

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