from Lieut. W. Ormesher
[Bridgnorth Grammar School Magazine, July, 1915]

LIEUT. W. Ormesher writes from the Officers' rest camp at Mustapha Pasha.
"I sit on a camp-bed with my feet on a floor of sand, alas very prolific in flies, fleas, lice and yellow and green lizards. I awake from a sleep induced by the loud bellows of bull-frogs in a near by pond. I walk through the sand to the green sea, dive into waves - and sea-weed - and return to a strange breakfast, cooked by dark complexioned folk and served by sons of Hellas, almost guiltless of English.
We are at an officers' rest camp waiting our turn to be drafted out, it may be to-day, to-morrow, or long delayed, but I make my prayers to the Great Ones that it be soon."