"They marched to the beaches in ordered, well-disciplined lines, bringing with them all that they could carry in the way of arms and equipment. Indeed many carried more than the space available allowed the embarkation authorities to let them bring aboard. They were very, very tired, mentally and physically exhausted by long days and longer nights of constant strain. They were bitter, too, disillusioned by the tragedy that it had been beyond their power to prevent. It was easy to feel for the sorrow of Greece. The country was a beautiful one, very similar to their own. With its people who had taken them into their homes they felt a bond of friendship and of common ideals. They felt also a great admiration. For thousands of New Zealanders the most striking memory of the campaign will be that of the reception given the convoys retreating through Athens. The Greeks gave the Anzacs flowers when they came, and they give them flowers again when they were~ compelled to go. In the early evening and far into the night, as truck after truck loaded with weary, bearded men raced through the darkened city on the way to the beaches, crowds gathered to see them pass. They were solemn, hopeless crowds, crowds which knew that the enemy was at the gates, crowds which already knew the bitterness of defeat. And yet there were cheers. Wave after wave of cheers, and flowers. Whatever the New Zealanders may have expected of the Athenians, they did not expect that. There was no joy in the cheering this time, as there had been when the New Zealanders were welcomed to Greece, but there was no note of reproach, no hint of recrimination. There were few indeed who failed to be deeply moved by this amazing demonstration of a people's courage in the face of disaster."