TWO MORE SUCCESSFUL RAIDS BY THE ANZACS.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LIII, Issue 16268, 29 June 1916, Page 7

TWO MORE SUCCESSFUL RAIDS BY THE ANZACS.

PICKED MEN STANDING SIX FEET HIGH.

BRITISH GUNS CREATE A FENCE OF SHELLS.

GERMANS DRIVEN MAD BY DREADFUL NIGHTMARES.

(Received June 28, IX p.m.) LONDON, JUNE 27. Two successful Anzac raids on Monday morning on points 500 yds apart are described by Mr. Philip Gibbs. In order to ensure success, ... the raiding parties, composed of men 6ft in height, underwent special training, their comrades rubbing them down after morning sprints. The trench mortars at midnight began cutting the barbed wire like beanstalks. # Simultaneously the British guns barraged the communication trenches, putting a fence of nhell-fire round the positions to be attacked.

Then the Anzacs went forward with bombs and truncheons, > German machine-guns scoured "No Man's Land," but the raiders escaped the bullets and rushed on. One party encountered Prussians and the other Saxons. There was a terrible ten minutes. The Germans who came out of their dug-outs were terrified to see the Anzacs in their trenches. Some promptly surrendered, and others tried to defend themselves with bombs, many killing their own comrades. The Anzacs wasted not a moment, but accomplished a great deal by quick work. They rummaged the dug-outs for papers, hauled out their prisoners, and bombed along the trenches, using tomahawks to break through the debris of sand-bags, which was strewn with corpses as a result of the bombardment. When ordered to retire the Anzacs escorted their prisoners over the parapet. One shouted, "I won that five francs" to an officer who had made a sporting bet regarding the number of prisoners. Another cheerily called attention to six bullet wounds in one arm. The raids demoralise the Germans, the dreadful nightmares driving the men mad. HOW A NEW ZEALANDER WON A BET. ' APOLOGISES FOR NOT BRINGING BETTER PRISONER (Received June -28. 11 p.m.) LONDON, JUNE 28. In the Anzacs' raid a burly New Zealander made a bet before starting that he would bring back prisoners. As he dragged a miserable terror-stricken victim over the parapet into the British trenches by the scruff of the neck he claimed the bet, but apologised for not bringing a better specimen.