The book True Stories of the Great War volume 2 was written by author Miller, Francis Trevelyan, 1877-1959 Here you can read free online of True Stories of the Great War volume 2 book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is True Stories of the Great War volume 2 a good or bad book?
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Minutes passed — minutes that seemed as hours — while ever shoreward crawled the fleet of boats, and even plainer and gloomier loomed the frowning clififs that dominated the Bay of Anzac. Back of the flotilla, away to seaward, lay the British warships, their gray hulls floating ghostlike in the first of the dawn — like couchant lions scenting blood. A sense of pro- tection, modified to some extent by the stretch of inter- vening water and the ghostliness of their outlines, ema- nated from those... cruisers and battleships squatting like watch-dogs on the chain, alert and eager. Our gaze On the Ansae Trail 107 wandered ever and anon from the forbidding shore ahead to where those uncouth gray hulls broke the sea-line. Would they never give tongue ! . . . We were close to the land. The wotiff! of a gentle surf breaking on a sloping shingle beach, followed by the soughing of the undertow, came plainly to our straining ears. Back of the crescent-shaped strand, now dimly outlined in a flatted monotint of leaden gray, rose the darker, scrub-clothed slope, its breast seamed and gashed by dongas and water-courses, that stretched to the foot of the sheer bluff whose summit cut the sky-line 400 feet above our heads.
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