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Murphy the Hero Donkey: A true WW1 story. Isabel George
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Автор произведения Isabel George
Жанр Биографии и Мемуары
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Murphy the Hero Donkey
A true WWI story
Isabel George
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Contents
Every man – and donkey – for himself
Brave warriors … and their donkey
Into the valley of the shadow of death
Murphy enters the history books
Coming soon from Isabel George …
He was a small grey donkey who, in April 1915, happened to be in the wrong place in wartime. But when Murphy was given the job of carrying wounded soldiers from the craggy battlefield of Gallipoli, he not only saved countless lives, he also became a decorated Australian war hero.
Every man – and donkey – for himself
Standing muzzle to tail, the donkeys nudged into each other’s dusty bodies as the seawater slopped against the creaking boat. More accustomed to hoofing through the hot Greek earth, the huddled beasts swayed stoically against the swell. There had been some nervous braying when the cramped vessel sailed away from the island of Lemnos, but at least this time none of the animals had panicked and leaped overboard, as sometimes happened. The donkey drivers could put up with their charges’ mournful call, but not the feeling of helplessness when they could only stand by and watch one of the frightened creatures splutter and gasp as the water claimed them. It seemed an unfair end, especially as the donkeys had made the job of rounding them up so easy. Taken from the safety of their farmers’ barns and fields, they obligingly boarded the transport ships to make the short but hazardous journey to the steep and craggy slopes of Turkey’s Gallipoli peninsula.
Under the cover of night, the vessels slipped into the bay as close to the shore as they could get. No breeze. No lapping of the sea on the shore. Nothing met the muffled slosh of the donkeys’ hooves as they stepped into the water and ambled towards the beach. Their drivers moved in like sheepdogs, keen to keep their charges on track and to minimise the chance of them uttering a sound that would give them away. Never one to miss a chance to eat, Murphy, the smallest of the lot, picked up a slight trot to the shore. He must have smelled something edible, as the darkness was blinding and the others seemed more intent on finding their footing rather than food. With his hairy nose down to the ground, Murphy was soon nipping at the sparse vegetation that spiked between the black rocks. There had been no food and only a little water offered on the boat, and he couldn’t smell anything, not even clean drinking water where they had landed, so grabbing as much food as he could, while he could, was a good instinct.
‘Somebody grab the bloody donks!’ The loud whisper filled the space. Several of