The 13th Brigade, being on the sands in front of the 14th, was to lead this movement.  The Poona Horse were to be the leading regiment of the 14th, with ourselves (the 20TH MACHINE-GUN SQUADRON) immediately behind them.

“GET BACK OUR GUNS”.

Upon advancing a short way up the coast, we reached what had been the British front line, and evidences of the morning’s action were to be seen, as here and there several dead men and mules were lying about.  As we passed by this spot, an officer of an Infantry Machine-Gun Company called out to us:  “Good luck, get us back our guns.  They raided us this morning and captured two!”

A few yards further on, the old Turkish line was reached and a number of killed and wounded Turks and animals were to be seen here also.

Right along the coast we went, “without let or hindrance,” the high cliffs affording us protection from the few shells coming over, nearly all of which fell into the sea.  The pace was killing, and the sand and rocks made it heavy going for the horses.  They were very fit though, thanks to the hard training they had had at Deiran!

Still proceeding northward, about six miles along the coast, the cliffs suddenly gave way to flatter ground; here we turned inland in a north-easterly direction.  Reports reached us that about 200 enemy infantry (with transport) were in a wood on our right flank.  “No. 1” Section and one squadron of Poona Horse were detailed as “flank guard” to prevent the enemy leaving the wood until the Brigade had passed by.  The flank guard, however, were instructed not to trouble to dispose of this small party, as bigger “fish” were in view.

At 11.30 the Brigade had reached the Nahr Iskanderun.  After crossing slowly by two small, very shaky, bridges, units hurriedly watered here, independently, by means of buckets, the banks of the stream being very steep.  The country now became delightful, cultivated, everywhere, with orange groves and gardens.  At 12.30 the Brigade, winding its way through the groves, came out into the pretty little Village of Liktera (a Jewish settlement called by them Hudeira), 26 miles from the starting point.  The inhabitants were overjoyed to see us, and as a halt was made here, and horses off-saddled and fed, they soon made us at home with gifts of bread, eggs and milk, refusing to take any payment therefor.

Until the inhabitants had seen the head of our Division, about a mile off, they had not the slightest idea that there had even been a British attack!  They were particularly anxious to know how the people were faring in such villages as Mulebbis, and other places, south of our old line, where they had friends and relatives.  As indicative that our advance was carried out with speed and secrecy—­while we were resting here, a Boche motor lorry arrived!  The driver, being unaware of anything unusual, drove quietly into the town; he nearly fell off his seat when he was suddenly surrounded by British troops!  This lorry proved to be the advance guard of several more, all of which were, of course, captured.