Lamp from 'River Clyde'
By Conor Booth, 2nd Year
There I hung, lighting the way on the River Clyde’s journey through this gateway, through the misty fog I saw the shore, Turkish troops lining up our way.
We reached the shore and the men got off, all I did was lit the gateway, while the men were shot and flung away by disturbing waves that were in their way.
One by one I saw them fall, suddenly our British army did not look so tall. Turkish troops attacked with bayonets we were no match for these fearless threats.
The 2000 carried on board had been battered down, not looking so broad, many men tried to run but fell into traps of sinkholes alining the shore.
That horrific day in Gallipoli was like a Gateway into Hells creak.