Gallipoli
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Gallipoli, the heel of Italy
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Shrapnel Valley (also known as Shrapnel Gully) was often a safer way to the front lines during the Gallipoli Campaign although nearly always under heavy Turkish Army bombardment; hence the name. The Cemetery was laid out near the exit to the beach from the valley, south of Anzac Cove in early May 1915. After Lone Pine it is the largest battlefield cemetery in the old Anzac sector. Despite being some 1,000 yards (914 metres) from the Turkish lines the cemetery was constantly exposed to enemy sniper fire. On 9 May 1915, Chaplain Ernest Merrington wrote of his visit there: “The bullets often fell thickly around our little parties of workers on this site which has become forever sacred to Australians and New Zealanders … I was down there by myself at dawn, and found the fallen men laid side by side ready for internment. For hours I worked, laying the bodies in the graves, with no assistance except for a few men of a fatigue party making a track near by. I placed the identity discs and personal effects at the head of each grave. I counted 42 Australians and 10 Turks. The sun arose over the eastern hill revealing the awesome scene around me, of death, nobility, valour and sacrifice.” [AWM 1DRL/496 Chaplain Ernest Northcote Merrington, 1st Light Horse Regiment.] Reverend Walter Dexter organised working parties to build a low rock wall around part of the cemetery to protect it from flooding winter rains and obtained paint and other materials to ensure the neat appearance of the graves. Today Shrapnel Valley with its distinctive Judas tree is considered to be amongst the most beautiful on the peninsula. Largely completed during the Gallipoli campaign, a small number of graves were incorporated into the cemetery after the war. Of the 683 burials in the cemetery, 527 are Australians, 56 New Zealanders, 28 British and 72 unknowns. Special Memorials commemorate 23 men believed to be buried here. Gallipoli Campaign Turkey World War 1 Olympus E300
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ANZAC = The Australian and New Zealand Army Corps A Turkish dignatory accompanied by the countries soldiers offers a reef in memory of fallen soldiers at the ANZAC Lone Pine Memorial, Gallipoli Peninsula, Turkey. During the Gallipoli Campaign in August 1915, the Australians were ordered to conduct a diversionary attack on a small plataeu no larger than a soccer/ gridiron field. This was supposed to allow the British to land more safely at Suvla Bay, North of a very small Cove where the ANZAC’s had been mistakenly delivered and were pinned down. The landing at Suvla was not only a real attack on the peninsula but was also meant to draw Turkish troops away from the cove now called ANZAC Cove and in doing so allow the ANZAC to advance off the very steep cliffs that surrounded the Cove. After eventually reaching the Turkish trenches through withering multi machine gun defences, the Australians were surprised to find that the trenches were covered with large heavy logs from pine trees and that they had become sitting ducks in a cross fire. Left with no other option other than a dangerous withdrawal, the Australians clawed their way into the maze of trenches. Held over the next five days was some of the most fierest battles of the whole of WW1. The trenches were so small that the only weapons that were able to be bought to bear against the gallant, determined Turkish defenders were, grenades, bayonets, shovels and fists. Within about an hour of the start of the attack the Australians forced the Turks out of the trenches but then had to face another five days of determined Turkish counter attacks. The Turks only stopping the fight when they realised that a larger attack eleswhere had occurred (at Suvla Bay). 7,000 soldiers were casualties during the initial 5 day battle in an area less the size of a soccer field. Approximately 5000 Turks and 2000 Australians. About 5,000 soldiers out of that 7,000 were fatalities. The British landed at Suvla Bay but failed to reach their objects which would have eased the deadly stalemate situation for the Australians and the New Zealanders at ANZAC Cove. A total of seven Victoria Crosses, the highest British award for gallentry under fire, were awarded to individual Australians as a result of their outstanding bravery during that one battle alone. Unfortunately two were awarded posthumerously. Initially a small band of soldiers and families from both sides met to honour their dead and to remember mates. Today the ANZAC Day and Turkish memorial ceremonies have grown enourmously in numbers and importance with thousands of young and old Australians, New Zealanders and Turks (and lately from other countries involved in the campaign) joining together to honour fallen friends and ex foes alike. The atmosphere in the area and at the memorial ceremonies is unlike any other I have experienced and is very emotional. This was where Australia was formed as a singular nation. There also exists a strange close bond between Australians and Turks that is very hard to explain considering the circumstances.
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Something to wear with pride on Anzac Day and all year around! My maternal grandfather was a Light Horseman! Profits for sales in March and April 2009 will go to support Australian veterans’ charities. None have sold yet this year so could people please pass on the URL! I’ld like to build up some good karma raising money for charity! Please let me know if you want to see different text colors? Khaki? Black ? Blue?
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This miniature statue stands in the quiet green parkland beside Melbourne’s Shrine of Remembrance – and it shows the most famous Anzac of them all. The word “Anzac” was an acronym derived from “Australia and New Zealand Army Corps” and this statue commemorates the heroism of Private John Simpson Kirkpatrick, in the aftermath of the Gallipoli landings in 1915, during World War I. The statue shows a man in uniform leading a donkey by a tether. On the donkey is a wounded man. He slumps towards the muleteer, who supports him with his right arm. The man with the donkey is Private Simpson. He was born in 1892 in England and as a young boy he worked with donkeys at a fair. Later, he joined the merchant navy but jumped ship in Australia in 1914. He then enlisted in the Australian army. Eight months later, as a stretcher bearer with the Australian Imperial Force, he was in the midst of the carnage at Gallipoli. From the 25th of April onwards, Private Simpson risked his life several times a day to carry wounded soldiers to safety – on the backs of donkeys. On the 19th of May, while traversing Shrapnel Gully with yet another wounded soldier, he was killed by machine gun fire. He was 22 years old. This was shot with a Pentax K100D, using a Sigma 18-125mm lens. F8, 1/180 sec, ISO 200, focal length 88mm.
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High Quality Australian National flag outlined by Australia Map. Blue Gradient.
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An old red and white painted door in Gallipoli, Italy
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Painted rowing boats moored at Gallipoli harbour in southern Italy
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Statue of Simpson and a wounded soldier at the Australian War Memorial in Canberra.
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This life boat carried 28 soldiers onto Gallipoli beach on 25 April 1915. The story of Life Boat No.6 is described in this video from the Australian War Memorial The story of the ANZACS at Gallipoli can be found here For mine, on standing and looking at this boat, I started to realise how treacherous the landing must have been. I have to say that to stand next to and see an actual boat that carried 28 ANZACS ashore that day was almost religious in it’s significance and was, if nothing else, moving.
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If a war makes different nations brothers/sisters in the front and known by them, why wouldnt we be brothers, sisters at peace ??? Why mankind has to experience everything before do ? / Why dont we get lessons from the past ? / Why do we struggle and harm eachother “still” ? / WHY? / Leave the FANATICISM OUT & GET BACK TO YOUR MANKIND !!!!! / *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- / “Please listen to “Brother In Arms while you re looking at my work DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF ALL SOLDIERS DIED IN GALLIPOLI / **-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- / Australian Governor General Lord Richard Casey, when he visited the peninsula in 1967. Casey, who served at Gallipoli as a lieutenant, told of how in a lull in the fighting a Turkish soldier carried a wounded British soldier from his trench and over to the Allied trench only metres away and, leaving him with his comrades, returned to his own lines / **-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- GALLIPOLI – A POSTWAR EPIC “What land were you torn away from, / What makes you so sad having come here” / Asked Mehmet, the soldier from Anatolia / Addressing the Anzac lying near, “FROM THE UTTERMOST ENDS OF THE WORLD I come / So it writes on my tombstone” / Answered the youthful Anzac / “And here I am buried in a land that I had not even known” “Do not be disheartened mate” / Mehmet told him tenderly “You share with us the same fate / In the bosom of our country, / You are not a stranger anymore / You have become a Mehmet just like me” A paradise on Earth Gallipoli / Is a burial under the ground / Those who lost their lives in fighting / Lie there mingled in friendly compound Mehmet then asked an English soldier / Who seemed to be at the playing age “How old are you little brother / What brought you here at such an early stage” “I am fifteen forever” the English soldier said / “In the village from where I come / I used to play war with the children / Arousing them with my drum / Then I found myself in the front / Was it real or a game before I could tell / My drum fell silent / As I was struck with a shell / A place was dug for me in Gallipoli On my stone was inscribed “DRUMMER AGE FIFTEEN” / Thus ended my playful task and this is the record / Of what I have done and what I have been” / A distant drum bereaved of its master / Was weeping somewhere around / As drops of tear fell on it / With the soft rainfall on the ground / What winds had hurled / All those youthful braves / From four continents of the world / To the Gallipoli graves / Mehmet asked in wonder / They were English or Scotch / They were French or Senegalese / They were Indians or Nepalese / They were Anzacs / From Australia and New Zealand Shipfuls of soldiers who had landed / On the lacy bays of Gallipoli not knowing why / Climbed the hills and slopes rising high / Digging trenches cutting the earth like wounds / To shelter as graves those were to die Some were “BELIEVED TO BE BURIED” / In one cemetery or other / Some were in “GRAVES UNKNOWN” / All had “ENTERED INTO REST” / In the language of the tombstone / At the age of sixteen or seventeen or eighteen / Under the soil of Gallipoli Thus their short-lived stories were told / As inscriptions on tablets of old / Buried there Mehmet of Anatolia / Without a stone to tell / Consoled them saying / “Brothers… / I understand you well / For centuries I also had to die / In distant lands not knowing why / For the first time I gave my life not feeling sore / For I gave it here for my own in a war / Thus the sultan’s fief tilled for ages with my hand / Has now become for me a motherland / You who died in this land you did not know / Are no more foreigner or foe / For the land which you could not take / Has taken you to her bosom too / You therefore belong here / As much as I do” In Gallipoli a strange war was fought / Cooling off the feelings / As fighting became hot / It was a ruthless war / Yet breeding respect / In heart-to-heart exchange / As confronting trenches / Fell into closer range / Turning foe to friend / As the fighters reached their end / The war came to a close / Those who survived / Returned to their lands and homes / Leaving the dead behind / Wild flowers wave after wave / Replaced the retiring soldiers / Wild roses and mountain tulips and daisies / Were spread as rugs on the ground / Covering trench-by-trench / The wounds of fighting on the earth / The sheep turned the bunkers into sheds / The birds replaced the bullets in the sky / Nature with hands holding the plough instead of guns / Captured back the battlegrounds / With its flowers and fruits and greenery / And life returned to the soil / As traces of blood were effaced / Turning the hell of the battlefield / Into a paradise on earth / Gallipoli now abounds / With gardensful / With nationsful / Of burial grounds A paradise on earth Gallipoli / Is a burial under the ground / Those who lost their lives in fighting / Lie there mingled in friendly compound “Lying side by side” / As “friends in each other’s arms” / They may “sleep in comfort and peace” / In the land for which they died… By Bulent ECEVIT ( May28, 1925 – November 5, 2006 )*
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THE BEAUTIFUL IONIAN SEA IN SOUTHERN ITALY WAS BREATHTAKING TO SAY THE LEAST..THIS SHOT WAS TAKEN AT GALLIPOLI ON A WINTERS DAY JANUARY 2009..WHAT MEMORIES..BLISS !!
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This is sunset at the Australian Commemorative Site for the 1915 Gallipoli campaign in Turkey. It took place just prior to the light and sound rehearsal the evening before the interpretive program that led the overnight crowd of pilgrims into the Dawn Service for Anzac Day, 2009. This work is sold for the cost of production & delivery. Lest we forget.
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The “Last Post” being sounded at the Lone Pine Cemetery Commemorative Service, Anzac Day, 2009. This work is sold for the cost of production & delivery. Lest we forget.
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The uniquely eroded cliff that dominates the North Beach site of the ill-fated assault on Turkey made by Australian and New Zealand forces in 1915. This work is sold for the cost of production & delivery. Lest we forget.
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Taken with a “standard lens” on the eve of Anzac Day, 2008, this is an attempt to realise a modern “update” of Charles Bean’s famed photograph from the 1915 campaign. Great care was taken to ascertain, as far as possible, that the image was captured exactly where the cumbersome tripod would have stood to support Bean’s glass-plate camera. The sandy “scar” at top right of frame, as well as its more central “mate”, arose from cutting the “pilgrimage” road that wends around the next cove (Ari Burnu) to the Commemorative Site at North Beach. The tiny figures on the beach are twenty-first century pilgrims haunted by the now invisible din and clutter of men and materiel from Bean’s time there. This work is sold for the cost of production & delivery. Lest we forget.
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Visiting the sites of Gallipoli last year I was struck by this seemingly stray, yet gorgeous, glossy, friendly dog. He trotted up to the Ari Burnu Cemetery and plopped himself down for a rest, as if at home. A few minutes later, he rose and trotted off. Photo unedited.
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Memorials and headstones for the fallen soldiers at the Gallipoli Peninsula, Turkey.
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A memorial for a fallen soldier at the Gallipoli Peninsula, Turkey.
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Memorials and headstones for the fallen soldiers at the Gallipoli Peninsula, Turkey.
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Gallipoli / Puglia Italy
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