My book is finished, and to those who perhaps in years to come may read these pages, I hope they will take courage and pride in thinking of the boys who fought for liberty and justice. And although I am happy to be back in my own country, I sometimes feel sad when I think of my dear old comrades who lie on the heights of Gallipoli, on the sand of the Sainai, or in Palestine. And of my dear old horse "Dixie", who, although sometimes like us was on short rations, and sometimes without water for twenty-four hours, still plodded gamely over those blazing sand ridges of the Sinai desert.
Lo Some we loved, the loveliest and best that Time and Fate of all their vintage pressed, have drunk their cup a round or two, and one by one crept silently to rest.