Goodbye Cobber, God Bless You by John Hamilton ISBN 13: 9780330422024

Pan. Near Fine. 2006. Paperback. 0330422022 . Pages tanned; 12mo 7" - 7½" tall; 365 pages .

Sydney: Pan MacMillan Australia. 2006. Reprint. Paperback. 0330422022 . With photographic illustrations, maps, a very good copy. ; 200 x 130mm; xiii, 365 pages .

Macmillan, Australia, 2006. Edition Unstated. Softcover. Very Good Condition. Signed by Author. On August 7th, 1915, men of the 3rd Light Horse Brigade staged one of the most tragic, brave and futile charges of the First World War. Seeking to break out of the Anzac position at Gallipoli, they attempted to storm an extraordinarily strong Turkish position, defended by artillery, machine guns and thousands of men, using nothing but fixed bayonets and raw courage. The first wave of Light Horsemen were killed within seconds of leaving their trench, yet over the course of the next few minutes, three more lines went over the top, across the bodies of their dead and dying comrades, only to be instantly cut down themselves. All of them knew they were about to die. None held back. It was a massacre immortalised in Peter Weir's film, Gallipoli. Just before the order was given to send the third line, Trooper Harold Rush turned to his mate standing next to him and said 'Goodbye cobber. God bless… Read More

Pan Macmillan Australia Pty Ltd, Sydney, 2004. Softcover. Near Fine Condition. Size: Octavo 8vo (standard book size). 365 pages. Text body is clean, and free from previous owner annotation, underlining and highlighting. Binding is tight, covers and spine fully intact. Mild tanning throughout. On August 7th 1915, men of the 3rd Light Horse Brigade staged one of the most tragic, brave and futile charges of the First World War. Seeking to break out of the Anzac position at Gallipoli they attempted to storm an extraordinarily strong Turkish position, defended by artillery, machine guns and thousands of men, using nothing but fixed bayonets and raw courage. The first wave of Light Horsemen were killed within seconds of leaving their trench, yet over the course of the next few minutes, three more lines went over the top, across the bodies of their dead and dying comrades, only to be instantly cut down themselves. All of them knew they were about to die. None held back. It was a massacre immortalised in… Read More