I was born in 1891. I am ninety-two years old. At first, I have participated in the Balkan wars. Later I came to the Gallipoli front. I have fight with the English. I even went to Baghdad. I returned home after ten years.

I went to the Balkan Wars. My mind is not clear now. How can I say? I was near Kirklareli. I could not have found my division. I went somewhere; they told me that it was not my division. At last, I have found 14^th Regiment. I was hungry for seven days. I starved there. I knocked the doors of the houses and asked bread, they said there was non. I had no bullet in my rifle. I came to a house. They were cooking meat; it smelled. I knocked out the door. I directed my rifle and sit on the table by force. I ate until I was full. This happened in Kirklareli, Karaagac village.

During conscription, I was sent to Gallipoli. The infidels bombed the Kumkale forts. I was in Kumkale too. It was very cold. It was raining heavily. The forts flooded.

Few soldiers landed on Kumkale compered to the others. They were two squads, about eighty men. We repressed them with cartridge belts, shovels, and rifles. Many of them had died. The others had run away. My captain was Abdulkadir Bey. Later, we crossed to the other side. I went to Gully Ravine, Kirte Hill, and Suvla. I participated in the wars.

In the Gully Ravine, we made trench combats. When we showed our rifle, they were beginning to fire. It was in Gully Ravine or in Kirte, towards the morning we attacked on them. After the combat, we remained seven or eight men. All our friends had died. I became a sergeant. I was wounded on my groin. I was taken to Biga Hospital. In a short time, I have recovered. I came back to Suvla. I was in 15^th Regiment. At that time, Mustafa Kemal was commanding our troop. I have seen him many times. After he won the Independence War, he became famous. We called him as “Brave Pasha.” I have stayed in Gallipoli front for two years. Then I was recruited for the Arabia front.

We went Baghdad on foot. I was in 22^nd Regiment. Our commander was Haci Ibrahim Bey. In Baghdad, I saw Halil Pasha.

In Gully Ravine, I had two friends. We were from the same town. One was orphan Ismail the other was moustache Ismail. Orphan Ismail said “I will pick come thyme and make some tea.” I said, don’t go but he did not listen. While he was picking thyme, an enemy bullet killed him.