Much has been said and written about the Anzacs and their deeds. There is truth to be found and also a tangle of myths and politically motivated deceit, perpetrated by even the journalists Bean and Murdoch and such as the Peter Weir inspired antics of Mel Gibson ( who did a similar disservice to the scots in Braveheart)
Rather than add to myth making I chose to walk the ground whilst consulting the overall British commander's(Sir Ian Hamilton)gazetted despatches, covering the overall batttle plans, individual unit actions, outcomes, both good and bad, casualties and ground won and lost.The plans and intentions were good but the execution fell foul of human error,bad luck, 'the fog of war' and the inadequacy of technology and logistics of the day to undertake what would stretch a modern fighting force seeking to land on such a shore and cross impossible terrain confronted by a committed and dug in opposition.
So having said that, I'll confine myself to what struck me on this special day when I had the sites all to my self on a muggy mysty morning.
First the place. It could easily pass as Australian bush-the dense thickets, like tea tree of the sort encountered in SW Tasmania.Australians should imagine fighting across the Warrumbungles or Glass House Mountains. A very cruel place to fight a war, especially using 19th century tactics against 20th century weaponry.
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