<h2>CHAPTER XII.</h2>
<div class="center"><span class="smcap">Our Position in the Mellahah.</span></div>
<p>We were now attached to the 12th Cavalry Brigade,
commanded by Brigadier-General J. T. Wigan,
and on the 16th, 17th, and 18th August we took over
D and E sections of the Desert Corps front line, relieving
the 19th Indian Lancers and the 6th Indian Cavalry
Regiments. We were unfortunately only a few days
with the 12th Brigade, which was moved to Ludd soon
after we were posted to it.</p>
<p>The Jordan Valley, at the place where we were entrenched,
is about fifteen miles wide and is over 1,200
feet below sea level. It is for the most part fairly flat,
but is intersected here and there by huge ravines, which
are in places quite narrow, and at others some hundreds
of yards across, with sheer cliffs some thirty to fifty feet
high as banks. Looking at the valley from the hills
that border it, one would never suspect the existence of
these great rifts. The River Jordan runs in the centre
of one of these depressions, which in places is 50 to 100
feet below the ordinary level of the rest of the valley.</p>
<p>The Wadi Mellahah is another huge cleft or rift, running
about a mile to the west of, and more or less parallel
to, the Jordan. It is some 10 miles long, and varies
from a few score yards to a mile in width. Steep cliffs<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</SPAN></span>
and slopes shut it in on both sides, and make the bed of
the Mellahah about as hot and stifling a spot as can well
be imagined, while, to add further abomination to it,
noxious fumes arose in places from its barren and desolate
looking sides and bed. A tiny, briny streamlet runs
its straggling course through it in the dry season, although
in places it spreads out into large reed-covered
swamps. The water of this rivulet was so salt that a
single drop was more than one could bear to take on the
tip of one's tongue.</p>
<p>We made our headquarters in this gully some three
miles from where it flows into the Auja, of which it is a
tributary, and here we fixed up a reed hut as our mess
house, under the shade of the only tree in this depressing
spot. Of course we had to keep down in the depths of
the ravine, otherwise we would be seen and shelled by
the Turks.</p>
<p>This Mellahah Wadi had been made in the course of
ages by the rush of water coming down from the Judæan
range and from other hills to the north where there is a
heavy annual rainfall. Here and there in the ravine,
where it is at its broadest, stand isolated hillocks which
the water has not worn away, and on these had been constructed
some of our more northern redoubts; they were
easy to defend and commanded a good view, for their
tops were on a level with the surface of the surrounding
valley.</p>
<p>One of our redoubts was named "Salt," and just to
the north of it a sparkling spring bubbled out of the side
of the cliff. It looked so pure and inviting that I took a
mouthful, and was nearly poisoned for my pains. It<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</SPAN></span>
was the most briny, sulphurous liquid imaginable. There
is a fortune awaiting the man who exploits its medicinal
properties!</p>
<p>The northern end of the Mellahah was held by the
Turks, and there it opened out into a huge swamp. Of
course the mosquitoes bred and thrived in this natural
reserve, and played havoc, not only with the Turkish
Army, but with our men too; when the wind blew from
the north it carried the little demons amongst us in
swarms. We had drained the swampy part of the Mellahah
within our own lines at enormous pains, so that
unless the wind blew from the north, we were fairly free
of the irritating pests.</p>
<p>As a matter of fact we used to go out every night half
a mile or so in front of our wire, deepening and diverting
the streamlet, in order to dry up the swamp and remove
the breeding ground of the mosquitoes as far as possible
from our posts. This was always risky work, for, if
the Turks had discovered what we were about, they
would no doubt have made it very lively for us with rifle
and machine-gun fire.</p>
<p>From a military point of view our position in the Mellahah
was a hazardous one.</p>
<p>We were now on the extreme right flank and extreme
north front of the British Army in Palestine—the post
of honour and danger in the line, with the Turks practically
on three sides of us in the salient which we held.
We had the most exposed piece of front to guard which
it is possible to conceive, and we were so badly supported
by guns, etc., that, had the Turks made a determined
attack in force, we would probably have been annihilated<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</SPAN></span>
before succour could reach us. It was altogether an
extraordinarily risky position in which to place a raw battalion.
The authorities must have had great faith in
our fighting abilities.</p>
<p>We were the only troops in the Mellahah, or within
miles of it, our next nearest neighbours being the West
Indian Regiment, which had a much better position than
ours, close under the Judæan hills, with the swift sweet
waters of the Auja running through their lines.</p>
<p>The 20th Indian Infantry Brigade held the Jordan
some three miles to the south of us, and it would have
been quite feasible for the Turks to have concentrated
a considerable force and thrust themselves into the gap
between our lines and theirs, and by so doing we would
have been completely cut off.</p>
<p>The Anzac Mounted Division was strung out a long
way southward, from the Auja to the Dead Sea, and
some considerable time would have to elapse before these
doughty warriors could come to our assistance. The
guns guarding our section of the front were very few—about
six 13-pounders and a couple of howitzers, the
latter being rarely brought into action.</p>
<p>We had in our neighbourhood part of the 4th Turkish
Army, some 10,000 strong, with over 70 guns, so it can
be seen how precarious our position was. In our infant
days some wag had bestowed upon us the unofficial
motto of "No advance without security," but here we
did not live up to it, for we were indeed well advanced
without any security.</p>
<p>The Turks were in possession of the important Umm
esh Shert Ford on the Jordan, and held very strong<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</SPAN></span>
positions covering the ford on our side of the river, and
their entrenched line ran right across our front and
onward to the Judæan foothills, some ten miles to the
west of our position.</p>
<p>To the southward of the Umm esh Shert Ford we had
an observation post on the cliffs which overlooked the
Jordan, and on a moonlight night it was an eerie experience
to stroll across to it and lie on the warm sand,
listening to the melancholy howling of the jackals and
hyenas which filled the air with their dismal cries and
wailings. I often wondered if the thick growth of
tangled trees and shrubs which spread out over 100 feet
below me up and down the river banks did not conceal
many strange wild creatures, still unsuspected in these
regions; the place lends itself to the weird in all things,
but the only uncanny thing I saw there was a reddish
coloured hare with enormous ears, which, on that
occasion at all events, got away safely to the shelter of
the reeds.</p>
<p>The Turkish outposts at this point were established
on the opposite bank of the Jordan, but they never
molested us, or attempted to cross at this point.</p>
<p>Our sector of some seven miles of front stretched from
this point in a north-westerly direction, and we held a
series of redoubts, some on the Jordan bank of the Wadi
Mellahah, others on hillocks in the ravine, as I have
already described, and three more on the right bank of
the Wadi.</p>
<p>This sector was divided into two. I placed Major
Ripley in command of the north-western part, while
Major Neill commanded the south-eastern wing. Each<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</SPAN></span>
of these officers had some six redoubts to defend, and
several of the posts were quite isolated and had to
depend entirely on themselves in case of attack.</p>
<p>I recommended that two of these posts should be
abolished, for they were unsuitable for defence purposes.
The Corps Commander (General Chauvel), the Divisional
Commander, and all their staffs came out one day
to see if my suggestion was sound. I remember we all
stood in a row looking over one of the parapets of the
useless redoubt in full view of the Turks; if they had only
fired a lucky shot from "Jericho Jane" that morning
they might have made a good bag!</p>
<p>All the generals agreed that the two posts were useless,
so we dismantled them gladly, for it meant less
men to find for duty each night—a most important consideration
when one's men are all too few for the work
in hand.</p>
<p>This was the last I saw of General Chauvel and
General Hodgson, for they were soon afterwards
ordered out of the Valley to prepare for the great concentration
which was being secretly carried out on the
extreme left of the Army near Jaffa. When the
Australian Division was removed we were attached to
Major-General Sir Edward Chaytor, who commanded
the Anzac Mounted Division of immortal fame. This
was a piece of rare good fortune for us, for we found in
General Chaytor a man of wide sympathy and understanding,
a demon for work and efficiency, but always
ready to give honour where honour was due—even unto
Jews.</p>
<p>Although our position in the Mellahah was such an<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</SPAN></span>
isolated and precarious one, we had no pessimistic forebodings
with regard to our ability to give a good account
of ourselves if attacked. We felt that "the greater the
danger, the greater the honour," and it behoved us to be
all the more vigilant, and up and doing at all times.</p>
<p>The magnificent way in which the men responded to
the call of duty in that desolate, nerve-racking region,
is beyond all praise. All day long the sun beat down
mercilessly on them, their only shelter being a flimsy
bit of bivouac canvas, and the nights were stifling. Perspiration
streamed from every pore, even when resting.
Flies and mosquitoes deprived everyone of sleep, for our
mosquito nets soon became torn and worthless, and could
not be replaced.</p>
<p>Just before dark every available man other than those
required to go on patrols and reconnoitring duty had to
parade fully equipped and march to his post on the
redoubts. Here the apparently endless night was spent.
At dawn the men marched back to their comfortless
bivouacs to snatch what repose they could before they
were again called upon to work on strengthening the
redoubts and deepening the trenches.</p>
<p>It was in truth an exceedingly strenuous life under
such terrible climatic conditions.</p>
<p>Water could only be obtained in very limited quantities;
every drop had to be carried from the Auja four
or five miles away. The whole place was constantly
enveloped in stagnant dust, so it can be imagined with
what appetite a man could tackle food under such
appalling conditions, every mouthful of which was
necessarily full of sand and grit.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>An Australian summed up life in the Jordan Valley
very well, when he remarked one sweltering day, "God
need not have troubled to make Hell when He had the
Jordan Valley."</p>
<p>This part of the Jordan Valley is not supposed to be
habitable during the months of August and September.
Even the wild Bedouins, who linger in these parts to
feed their flocks of goats, flee from the accursed place
in these two dreaded months.</p>
<p>No British soldier had yet been called upon to endure
the horrors of the Mellahah even for a week; nevertheless
the Jewish Battalion was kept there for over seven
weeks at the most deadly period of the year. Looking
back upon it all I can only say that the Jewish people
may well be proud of their Battalion for the admirable
way it "carried on" in this abomination of desolation.
It was about the hottest, most unhealthy, and most God-forsaken
place in the universe—in fact some of my men
assured me that they saw the Devil himself there, horns,
tail and all!</p>
<p>Such was the position allotted to the 38th Battalion to
defend and hold, and it can be imagined that the change
from the hill tops of Ephraim to this inferno was
appalling.</p>
<p>Knowing that our enemies had already tried to abolish
the Jewish Battalion, I was strongly reminded of the
story of Uriah the Hittite!</p>
<p>How terribly we suffered owing to our tour of duty in
this pestilential region will be described in a later
chapter.</p>
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