Gallipoli Page #3

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Now, for the big event of the afternoon.

The one you've all been waiting for.

The Kimberley Gift!

There you go, boss.

Announcing a late entry.

F.C. Dunne of Perth,

starting off three yards...

the same mark as our own champion,

Archy Hamilton.

- Right, start your breathing.

- Come on, Archy, boy!

Come on. Deeper, from here.

Now, what are these?

- Come on.

- Steel springs.

- Again.

- Steel springs.

- What are they gonna do?

- Hurl me down the track.

How fast can you run?

As fast as a leopard.

- How fast are you gonna run?

- As fast as a leopard.

Right.

Then let's see you do it.

This is the big one, Simmo!

You can do it!

Runners, dig in!

Set!

Archy Hamilton!

Lads for the Light Horse, over here.

Come on, don't let your mates

over there do all the fighting.

Bring your beer.

If you're fit and you can ride,

get over here and find out how to join.

The Empire needs you.

Your country needs you

and your mates need you.

So come and find out how to get

into the greatest game of them all.

- Hey, that was bad luck, mate.

- Let's just forget it, eh?

Nine and five-sixteenths, lad.

You've equalled

the great Harry Lasalles...

- cut feet and all.

- Uncle Jack.

Nothing's going to stop you now.

Jack.

I'm not coming home.

No, I didn't think you were, lad.

Your bag weighed a ton.

- What have you got in it?

- Books, mostly.

What if they don't take you?

You don't look 21.

They won't ask questions

when they see me ride.

We've been through

a lot of scrapes together.

Take care of it.

Let's get down there before

those other blokes drink the keg dry.

- Come on, Arch!

- I'll write.

God bless you, boy.

- Twenty-one?

- Yes, sir.

You don't look it. Got a birth certificate?

I didn't know

I was supposed to bring one, sir.

- Go on, mount up.

- Excuse me, sir.

I know this lad and he's only 18.

His father would skin him alive

if he knew he was here.

We can turn a blind eye

if it's a matter of six months or so...

but not when you're 18.

Come on, now. Off the horse.

Come back here!

Come back, don't be such a bloody fool!

Hey, hey, pull him off.

- You show them, mate.

- You little beauty!

- Go, young Archy!

- Good on you, Arch!

Morning.

Three and six?

"After months of hard training

in Egypt..."

- "Hard training"!

- "...Australia's fighting..."

- Good day.

- Good day.

"...Australia's fighting force faced

its baptism of fire on the rocky slopes...

"of Gallipoli,

and proved themselves heroes."

Sorry about yesterday, mate.

You ran a great race. Frank Dunne.

Archy Hamilton.

Well, it just gave me a hell of a shock

to be beaten right out here.

I won everything

there was to win in Perth.

I was just lucky.

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