[April 30th 1916]
camp we passed a green wood some four miles to the East and further on a large encampment of Arabs with their camels, sheep and ponies. It was pleasant to see this distant greenery and the manifestation of human existence. We marched along the line of the Turkish retreat from Shaiba, crossing line upon line of trenches some shallow, hurriedly dug; others deep and strong. Skeletons and debris lay scattered about; in one place I found the bones of two men still clothed in their khaki uniform. The wheel tracks of the enemy’s guns and transport carts, though now a year old, were still imprinted on the sand and these were the main guide to our true road.
In rear the main body followed, hidden in clouds of dust, and with