{"id":111711,"date":"2017-11-28T16:51:00","date_gmt":"2017-11-28T16:51:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2023-01-08T11:13:13","modified_gmt":"2023-01-08T11:13:13","slug":"the-gallipoli-landing-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cvnextjob.com\/index.php\/2017\/11\/28\/the-gallipoli-landing-2\/","title":{"rendered":"The Gallipoli Landing"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Today 25th April 2012 is the 97th anniversary of the Gallipoli landings.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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In the excellent book \u201cOver There” with the Australians by R. Hugh Knyvett, there is a fantastic description of that day and the achievement of the ANZAC\u2019s.<\/span><\/div>\n

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THE LANDING THAT COULD NOT SUCCEED\u2014BUT DID<\/p>\n

Picture yourself on a ship that was more crowded with men than ever ship had been before, in a harbor more crowded with ships than ever harbor had been crowded before, with more fears in your mind than had ever crowded into it before, knowing that in a few hours you would see battle for the first time. Having comrades crowding round, bidding you good-bye and informing you that as your regimental number added up to thirteen, you would be the first to die, remembering that you hadn’t said your prayers for years, and then comforting yourself with the realization that what is going to happen will happen, and that an appeal to the general will not stop the battle, anyway, and you may as well die like a man, and you will feel as did many of those young lads, on the eve of the 25th of April, 1915. There was some premonition of death in those congregations of khaki-clad men who gathered round the padres on each ship and sang “God be with you till we meet again.” You could see in men’s faces that they knew they were “going west” on the morrow\u2014but it was a swan-song that could not paralyze the arm or daunt the heart of these young Greathearts, who intended that on this morrow they would do deeds that would make their mothers proud of them.<\/p>\n

“For if you ‘as to die,
As it sometimes ‘appens, why,
Far better die a ‘ero than a skunk;
A’ doin’ of yer bit.”<\/p>\n

As soon as church-parade was dismissed, another song was on the boards, no hymn, maybe not fine poetry, but the song that will be always associated with the story of Australia’s doings in the great war, Australia’s battle-song\u2014”Australia Will Be There”\u2014immortalized on the Southland and Ballarat, as it was sung by the soldiers thereon, when they stood in the sea-water that was covering the decks of those torpedoed troop-ships. It was now sung by every Australian voice, and as those crowded troop-ships moved out from Lemnos they truly carried “Australia,” eager, untried Australia\u2014where?<\/p>\n

The next day showed to the world that “Australia would always be there!” where the fight raged thickest. Her sons might sometimes penetrate the enemy’s territory too far, but hereafter, and till the war’s end, they would always be in the front line, storming with the foremost for freedom and democracy.<\/p>\n

The landing could not possibly be a surprise to the Turks; the British and French warships had advertised our coming by a preliminary bombardment weeks previously\u2014the Greeks knew all about our concentration in their waters\u2014and wasn’t the Queen of Greece sister to the Kaiser?<\/p>\n

There were only about two places where we could possibly land, and the Turks were not merely warned of our intentions, but they were warned in plenty of time for them to prepare for us a warm reception. The schooling and method of the Germans had united with the ingenuity of the Turks to make those beaches the unhealthiest spots on the globe. The Germans plainly believed that a landing was impossible.<\/p>\n

Think of those beaches, with land and sea mines, densely strewn with barbed wire (even into deep water), with machine-guns arranged so that every yard of sand and water would be swept, by direct, indirect, and cross fire, with a hose-like stream of bullets; think of thousands of field-pieces and howitzers ready, ranged, and set, so that they would spray the sand and whip the sea, merely by the pulling of triggers. Think of a force larger than the intended landing-party entrenched, with their rifles loaded and their range known, behind all manner of overhead cover and wire entanglements, and then remember that you are one of a party that has to step ashore there from an open boat, and kill, or drive far enough inland, these enemy soldiers to enable your stores to be landed so that when you have defeated him, you may not perish of starvation. Far more than at Balaclava did these young men from “down under” walk “right into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell!” And the Turks waited till they were well within the jaws before they opened fire. No one in the landing force knew where the Turks were, and the Turks did not fire on us until we got to the zone which they had so prepared that all might perish that entered there. They could see us clearly, the crowded open boats were targets of naked flesh that could not be missed. Was there ever a more favorable setting for a massacre? The Turks in burning Armenian villages with their women and children had not easier tasks than that entrenched army. Our men in the boats were too crowded to use their rifles, and the boats were too close in for the supporting war-ships to keep down the fire from those trenches. How was any one left alive? By calculation of the odds not one man should have set foot on that shore. Make a successful landing, enabling us to occupy a portion of that soil! What an impossible task!<\/p>\n

To the men in those boats and the men watching from the ships, it appeared as if not merely the expedition had failed, but that not a man of the landing force would survive. Boats were riddled with bullets and sunk\u2014other boats drifted helplessly as there were not enough alive to row them\u2014men jumped into the bullet-formed spray to swim ashore but were caught in the barbed wire and drowned. Who could expect success, but it nevertheless happened! The Turks were sure that we could not land, yet we did. Not only did those boys set foot on those beaches, but the remnant of that landing-party drove the Turks out of their entrenchments up cliffs five hundred feet high, and entrenched themselves on the summit. How did they do it? No one knows; the men who were there don’t know themselves. Did heaven intervene? Perhaps spiritual forces may sometimes paralyze material. It must be that right has physical might, else why didn’t the Kaiser get to Paris? Mathematics and preparedness were on his side; by all reasoning Germany ought to have overwhelmed the world in a few months, with the superiority of her armament, but she didn’t. The Turks ought to have kept us off the Peninsula, by all laws of logic and arithmetic, and they didn’t. I really think the landing succeeded because those boys thought they had failed.<\/p>\n

They must have believed themselves doomed\u2014they could see that there were too few to accomplish what was even doubtful when the force was intact. When they were on the shore they must have felt that it was impossible that they could be taken off again. All the time more were falling, and soon it seemed that every last man must be massacred. They made up their minds that, at any rate, they would get a few of the swine before they went.<\/p>\n

Every man believed that in the end he must be killed, but determined to sell his life as dearly as possible, and that made them the supermen that could not be “held back.” A whole platoon would be cut down, but somehow one or two would manage to get into the trench, where, of necessity, it was hand-to-hand work, and with laughing disregard of the odds would lay out a score of the enemy and send the others fleeing before them, who would yell out that they were fighting demons from hell. After the confusion in the boats, and from the fact that in most cases companies were entirely without officers, there was no forming up for charges\u2014indeed, there were no orders at all, but every man knew that he could not but be doing the right thing every time he killed a Turk, so they just took their rifle and bayonet in their naked hands and went to it. There was no line of battle, it was just here, there, and everywhere, khaki-clad, laughing demons, seeking Turks to kill.<\/p>\n

Never was there fighting like this. All that day it went on. On the beach, up the cliff, in the gullies, miles inland were men fighting. It was not a battle; it would have made a master of tactics weep and tear his hair, but these man-to-man fights kept on. Many were shot from behind, many were wounded and fell in places where no one would find them\u2014some, fighting on, went in a circle and found themselves back on the beach again. However, at nightfall some had begun to dig a shallow line of trenches, well inland across the cliff. Single men and small groups of them, not finding any more Turks where they were, fell back into this ditch and helped deepen it.<\/p>\n

Fresh Turks were massing for counter-attack, and soon came on with fury, but we were something like an army now, and although the line had to be shortened it never broke. The landing had been made good, the impossible had been achieved. But there were many who died strange deaths, many left way in, helpless, who could not be succored\u2014many whom the fighting lust led so far that when they thought of seeking their comrades they found the barrier of a Turkish army now intervening. Strange, unknown duels and combats were fought that day. Unknown are the “Bill-Jims” who killed scores with naked hand\u2014there were many such. Though we beat the Turk with the odds in his favor, yet this day and afterward he earned our respect as a fighting man.<\/p>\n

“East is East and West is West, and never the twain shall meet
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat.
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, tho’ they come from the ends of the Earth.”<\/p>\n

The Australian had proved himself the fiercest fighter of the world\u2026 As one naval officer remarked, they fought not as men but devils. Many have said that much of the loss of life was needless, that had the Australians kept together and waited for orders not so many would have been cut off in the bush. It was true that the impetuosity of many took them too far to return, but it was that very quality that won the day. They did not return, but they drove the Turk before them and enabled others to dig in before he could re-form. You would have to go back to mediaeval times to parallel this fighting. There were impetuosity, dash, initiative, berserker rage, fierce hand-to-hand fighting, every man his own general.<\/p>\n

These were not the only qualities of the Australian fighting men, but these alone could have succeeded on that day. When the time came for evacuation of those hardly won and held trenches, these same troops gave evidence of the possession of the opposite attributes of coolness, silence, patience, co-ordination; every man acting as part of a single unit, under control of a single will\u2014which is discipline!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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