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The 2nd Objective; Kidney Hill
As soon as the Bedfords left their trenches to form
up for the second advance, they came under heavy fire. It was so
bad that one company of the Bedfords (likely to be B Company) recorded
that it was "led from the outset
by a Private" as all Officers and NCO's became casualties
"in the opening minutes of the
(2nd) attack". An eyewitness
from the 8th Hampshire Battalion positioned high above on the Kiretch
Tepe Ridge wrote that the 5th Bedfords had to advance across a mile
of open ground and were subject to heavy fire all the way with "one
unfortunate soldier having an arm carried away by a shell which
did not burst for another 50 yards". Watching the advance
from their position "caused one company
of the 8th Hampshires to refuse to move, and they were sent to the
beach."
(Source; Prof Tim Travers "Gallipoli 1915" pp160)
Private Horace Manton of the 5th Bedfords wrote; 'We'd
got no cover at all. One of the lieutenants was going aside of me.
We were in open formation. He got shot while we were going up the
hill, I said: "Do you need any help Sir?" He said: "No, carry on,
don't break the line." Our commanding officer, Colonel Brighten,
got through alright. He gave us the name of the Yellow Devils. We
got to the top and then we got blasted by shrapnel. I saw my cousin
get killed in front of me. He was crying when he got shot. It killed
him anyhow; he was only sixteen. How I missed it I don't know, shrapnel
was flying all the time.'" Horace Manton survived both the
charge and the war.
The Brigade advanced along the broken southern slopes
of the ridge towards Kidney Hill with "all
the enthusiasm of inexperienced troops" and paid heavily
for it. Brigadier-General de Winton (the 162nd Brigade's commander)
placed himself at the head of the Bedfords and spurred them on until
he was wounded himself.
Direction was soon lost due to the difficult nature
of the terrain and Major JE
Hill and the Adjutant Captain
Harold Younghusband "performed prodigies" by moving from
place to place and re-establishing contact between the separated
units of the Battalion.
The Headquarters section were shelled constantly and
few survived unscathed. Lt
FS Shoosmith's machine Gun section was left with only one
man and Major Hill, fearing that the machine guns would be knocked
out completely - as Shoosmith was the only officer with knowledge
on their use - dashed through the severe shrapnel and rifle fire
to seek advice. The incredible Lt Shoosmith cheerily replied "oh,
you just pull this and press that. It's quite simple", all
the time continuously firing at the Turkish positions "as
if nothing was doing".
Following the dreadful advance through difficult terrain,
under constant shrapnel, enfilading machine gun, rifle and sniper
fire, having already lost many of their friends and with their nerves
in shreds, the furious men were finally given the order to charge
…
"It was a great and glorious
charge, but the position was won at terrible cost. The whole advance
had been made with bayonets fixed and when the final stage was reached
and the order to charge rang out the men dashed to the attack. There
was no stopping these unblooded British Troops. London, Essex and
Bedford Territorials charged together, but the Bedford men outstripped
the Regiments on right and left and dashed into the lead, causing
the line to form a crescent and sweeping everything before them.
Turks went down before cold steel in hundreds, and those who were
not killed turned and fled."
Amongst the many casualties were the Payne
brothers of Luton, who had served as Territorial soldiers
since before the war. Sergeant Ronald McCormick of the 5th Bedfords
wrote; "There was only a handful of Bedfords
left with Captain Baker, including myself and Albert Payne and Nathan,
his brother. We were right at the front of the Battalion, and Captain
Baker had just given us the order to fix bayonets when a shell shattered
his left arm. Sergeant Payne bound his arm up and sent him back
with Private Findon, who was wounded going back, and Captain Baker
must have been hit again, as he was killed. We held on for another
three hours until a party of Londons came up, and over the ridge
we went like fury. The Turks did not stop to ask after our health.
They ran like the devil and we shot them as they ran. We took up
position … and they came back, jabbering to each other and making
plenty of noise. He (Captain Cowley of the London Regiment) spoke
to them in their own language but they had no answer so he gave
the order to fire and they fell like corn … we were ordered to retire
… but Albert and Nathan Payne must have fallen as they were on the
right, and a land mine went off when we got over the ridge. If Albert
had lived I think he would have got something as he was a hero.
All he troubled about was his younger brother Nathan".
By that time the Battalions "show Platoon" - No 1
Platoon, A Company - was all but wiped out. As well as the soldiers
mentioned above, the Battalion CO's younger brother - Lt
Ralph Brighten, leader of No 1 Platoon - was reported missing
after leading a bayonet charge over a blind crest. His body was
found later that night, surrounded by his men. They had reached
the farthest point of the advance on the North slopes of Kidney
Hill, but "the nature of their wounds"
confirmed they had all been killed in "furious
hand to hand fighting".
Lt Harding was initially in reserve with the 1/11th
London Regiment. His company was ordered to carry forward the firing
line and attack Kidney Hill, although by the time he arrived, the
determined Bedfords had already taken the position; "I
hoped that I felt very brave and warlike. I had an alpine stick
in one hand and a revolver in the other and on I went with my platoon.
We went some way and then dipped down into a small low valley where
there was a whole lot of troops standing around really under cover.
I said to one officer: "Are you the firing line?" He said: "Well,
I suppose we are." "Well you've got to come with me. My orders are
to go forward to capture the hill and to carry you with me." I took
my platoon on, we went over the slope and rifle fire started to
knock around us. But there was no sign of the others following at
all. They stayed in the valley. I was out on my own with my platoon
deployed and my chaps started getting hit. I thought: "Well, I don't
know about this, it's not much cop!" I halted and thought I'd better
try and get a message back to my company commander to say that I'd
halted, to say what the position was. I got my orderly, wrote out
the message on a field service message pad and told him to go back
and find company headquarters. He didn't get more than about ten
or fifteen yards and he was shot down. I thought: "Well, that's
not much good, I shall loose the lot if I go on like this." So I
decided to stay where I was. When darkness came we decided to go
back as there was nobody on our flank at all. We started to withdraw
carrying our wounded and left two or three dead on the floor. We
came to a line of troops who said they were the front line, they
were all mixed up together and we joined forces with them. It was
a mixture, a muddle, a mixture."
To the West, the 30th and 31st brigades of the 10th
(Irish) Division had been through a similarly tough time. The 31st
Brigade were advancing along the exposed southern part of the ridge
and suffered badly. Little did they know that they were attacking
a force matching their own in terms of size, with an additional
72 Machine Guns in all and well plotted artillery support; an incredible
amount of firepower. After two hours of vicious fighting, little
ground has been gained. During the ensuing firefight Major Jephson
of the 6th Munsters was mortally wounded on the peak that had only
a week earlier been named after him - Jephson's Post.
By 6.00 pm very little headway had been made until
the 7th Munsters on the northern slope launched a desperate bayonet
charge. The Irish Battalions were keen to use their gleaming bayonets
and were disappointed that the terrified Turks fled before them.
One soldier was heard to say "I don't
want ta stick ya behind. Turn around and Ill stick ya belly dacent".
For a time it looked like they may have taken the initiative but
the unchecked concentration of Turkish fire from the surrounding
hills, added to by the Turkish artillery blew huge gaps in their
ranks. Eventually, exhaustion, thirst and the reformed Turkish lines
put an end to the advance on the northern slope. At dusk the 5th
Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers ran into heavy opposition on the southern
slope, sustaining such heavy casualties that the attack had to be
called off as there simply weren't enough men left. The Battalion
had been shattered.
The failure of the attacks on the southern slope,
coupled with the success on the northern slope left the Division
in a "Z" shape along the ridge that night, as the Territorials to
their left clung onto their gains on kidney Hill. The Dubliners,
Munsters and Irish Fusiliers on the northern ridge found themselves
fighting an unseen Turkish enemy a few yards away on the opposing
side of the ridge, and a bombing battle began. Several bayonet charges
over the ridge were swept away by deadly Turkish machine gun and
rifle fire, so it was apparent that advancing was a hopeless task.
However, staying in their meagre fox holes and being constantly
bombed by an unseen enemy was causing great numbers of casualties.
The Irish had run out of bombs yet the Turkish had an ample supply,
and used them to great effect.
The 10th Division and the 162nd Brigade were by now
exhausted and could only dig in and consolidate their gains on top
of the Kiretch Tepe Ridge. Lt
Colonel Brighten (commander 5th Beds) had instilled into
his troops that 'What we win, we hold'
as the best way to protect their fallen comrades on the field behind
them, so they dug themselves in best they could and braced themselves.
That night the aftermath of battle was terrible. Private
Harold Thomas of the 5th Bedfords, who was in one of the many patrols
sent out that night, wrote "I remember
the tremendous crash of rifle and machine-gun fire close to us and
the 'thump' 'thump' of bullets and sparks flying from stones while
an officer, sergeant and six of us pushed through the scrub towards
the curve of a hill which showed up darkly against the night sky.
Between the bursts of fire the silence was broken by agonizing cries
which will always haunt me: seemingly from all about that hill there
were voices crying 'Ambulance' 'Stretcher-bearers' 'Ambulance' 'Oh
damn you my leg's broken' and then again 'Stretcher-bearers.' It
was horrible, we would start for a voice and it would cease and
another far away would begin. That hill-side was a shambles: evidently
there had been a fierce hand-to-hand fighting there a few hours
ago, rifles, kits, water-bottles, khaki, Turkish tunics and headgear
were strewn among the scrub. While we were following a phantom-like
voice we came suddenly on a half dug trench which an RAMC officer
had made into a combined mortuary and first aid station; there we
set furiously to work sorting out the dead from the living; there
reeled among us out of the darkness an officer raving, 'My men have
taken that bloody hill but they're dying of thirst.' He passed on
and we continued our ghastly work."
As on Kidney Hill, attempts were made to recover
the wounded left on the ground by the Irish on the Kiretch Tepe
Ridge. "Second-Lieutenant Lyndon spent
much of the night rescuing them in the depth of Turkish lines, to
earn the first of two MCs he would gain during the war. In later
years he was to say that he only got the awards 'because there was
nobody else left alive to receive them'."
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