According to the new order we were to go to the Akbaş seaport in five days and then cross over to Anatolia by ferry.
. . . I have to be in the trench, encountering the enemy. Because I want to fight, to battle. Both me and my enemy should realize who I am . . .
. . . Maydos [Eceabat]. . . What a mourning view did this small and pretty town now offer. Almost all buildings have been destroyed, burned by the bullets of the enemy.
. . . The evening prayer has been held just by my side. I listened to it, standing there in awe. They had such a lovely harmony, these devout voices. . . . By the wisdom of God, while listening I feel like cold water is poured into my heart. . . .
. . . When we climbed up to the slope in line to the valley, some new graves took my attention at the left. Most of them didn't have any marks on them. A tree branch were put onto some of them, and two or three had broken planks on it.
. . . Now, I'm thinking. If I become a martyr, will they bury me just like this under some bold trees with some pale leaves, and leave.
. . . We went into the battle. Millions of cannons and guns burst. . . Now, my First Corporal has been wounded. . .
Farewell. . .
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