The arrangements for our moving out were approximately perfect.  There was no hitch.  The military machine, like the Tanks of recent fame, over-rides or brushes to one side all obstacles.  There was manifest among all ranks an eagerness to leave nothing undone that would in any way facilitate entraining and embarkation.  The knowledge that we were at last on our way to the ‘Dinkum’ thing had the effect of leading us to take a more serious view of the situation.  It is surprising, however, how soon men become attached to a place; and though the conditions at Lark Hill were in no sense ideal, it had been our home for several months and we were loth to leave.  Perhaps the thought that many of us might possibly never return inspired the longing looks that were directed towards the camp as we marched on our way to the station.  Who of those who took part in that march will forget the cheers with which we were greeted by the residents of that picturesquely situated village as we trudged along its winding road?  We had enjoyed their hospitality, and we appreciated their cordial wishes for success and safety.

The task of entraining a large body of men was expertly accomplished, and after a brief delay we were speeding in the direction of the port of embarkation.  The train journey was practically without event.  The men were disposed to be quiet.  On arrival at the quay parties were detailed to assist in putting mails and equipment aboard the transports.  Punctually at the hour advised we trooped aboard the ships that were to convey us across the water.  There was very little accommodation for men, but they squeezed in and made the best of the situation.  The trip across was not as comfortable as it might have been, but its duration was so brief that the discomfort was scarcely worth serious thought.  The transports cast anchor off the harbour early the following morning, but it was not until late in the afternoon that they were berthed alongside the wharf.  Scarcely had the transports touched the wharf-side when they commenced to disgorge their living freight.

[Illustration:  The trip across was not as comfortable as it might have been.]

From the waterside we marched to No. 1 Rest (?) Camp, situated on the summit of a hill on the outskirts of the town.  The camp was reached some time after darkness had settled down over the land.  The weather was most miserable.  The air was charged with icy blasts, and rain fell continuously throughout the night.  The least said about our impressions and experiences during our brief stay in that camp the better; suffice to state that one of the most miserable memories that can be recalled in connexion with our experiences on active service is associated with No. 1 Rest Camp.