A war of words: Letters from the World War I trenches
Soldiers’ letters live on, 100 years after one of the worst years of the worst war. Read some of the letters from the trenches here.
On those quieter autumn nights in 1915, a young South Australian, Herbert Keith Furguson, would find a little time to be alone, climbing to a high, protected spot, to forget for a moment the hell around him and enjoy the simple beauty of the sun going down.
He told about it in a wonderfully eloquent letter to someone back home: “Since leaving Australia I have seen many sights, some glorious and beautiful, some squalid in Egypt, and some here I wish to forget.”
Here being Gallipoli.
Furguson was a private in C Company of the 28th Battalion of the AIF and as he scribbled those words he was on Russell’s Top, a key, bullet-crossed high point in the failing battle for the peninsula. Sunrises there were just a colouring of the sky, hidden behind the impassable ridges, he wrote.