Lone Pine: Under the Top! The Turks

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The ANZACs keep there slow advance and another strongpoint falls. Our troops crawl forward to reinforce the remaining strongpoints and hopefully to muster the courage to counterattack and restore the breach. The front line troops fire to pin down the appraching troops.
The din of small arms firing and grenades exploding is deafening but with all of that the insessant buzzing of flies is a constant reminder of that death is everywhere. We must cover our mouths and nostrils to mask the stink of rot and keep the damn flies out. At seems at times that the flies are the greater enemy as the fighting bursts out and then fades away with a certain cadence but the flies are always with us.