Troy and Gallipoli
Hey there everyone,
Sorry that I’ve been so bad about my blog; I’m fixing that! Promise! Anyway, I’d like to share with you my photos from Troy and Gallipoli, the former of which you know, and the latter you should, if you are at all a WWII buff, or hail from Australia or New Zealand. Gallipoli, to put it honestly, is where the Allied troops (mostly ANZAC under command of the British), had their butts handed to them in a horrible defeat. Lack of communication could probably be blamed for the failure, but it also had to do with Brits making a lot of mistakes (According to the tour guide).
The idea was to send ANZAC troops on one side of the peninsula, while the Brits and the French came up from below. Then, they would simply take over the Dardenelles (otherwise known as the Hellespont) from Ottoman hands, of whom Winston Churchill considered a non-entity at that point (the empire was dying). However, the Turks fiercely fought for their land, and (as stated above) a series of blunders worked in their favour. One major one was that ANZAC was sent to the WRONG FREAKIN’ COVE to land. Instead of getting a nice long, gently sloping beach, they were told to land just over in the next bay, which was a short, thin beach that cut to high hills immediately. From above, the Turks could attack easily. However, ANZAC could still have succeeded, if it hadn’t been for the lucky guess of one Muhammed Kamil…now known to us as Ataturk (father of Turkey).
He was a lesser commander in charge of the relief troops. When he got the report of the attack, he correctly assumed that it was the “true” attack, and not the feint that the Germans and Turks had expected. For this, and his tough decision during that battle, he was granted the prestige and respect that would prove necessary during the revolution. He has a famous command to the 57th regiment- his regiment: “I’m not sending you to fight; I’m sending you to die.” This was to buy time until the reinforcements came, and come they did, but not until pretty much every soldier from the 57th regiment had perished. For this reason, there is no longer a 57th regiment in the Turkish military- out of respect.
Today, ANZAC Cove, funnily enough, serves as a place of pilgrimage for New Zealanders and Australians, as a point of national pride (this was their first battle as “independent” countries- but still under British command?) It is especially important for them to visit on “ANZAC Day,” (April 25th) the Aussie and New Zealander version of Memorial Day (which they take A LOT more seriously than we do ours. It’s a real shame).