“Billy galloped Tui neck and neck alongside the squadron of
horses, the noise of a hundred horses’ hooves thundering in his ears … All along the lineup of horses, the other troopers were doing the same, leaping, crouching and firing. The noise was deafening … machine-gun fire cracked overhead and shells thudded into the ground.”
Billy may have been fresh off the farm, but he was a good rider and an even better shot. When the world went to war in 1914, Kiwis rushed to enlist. For Billy and his best mate, Jack, joining the Mounted Rifles Regiment held the promise of adventure –– little did they know that half the battle would lie in keeping their horses alive aboard the troopship as they journeyed halfway around the world