Anzac - Anzac cove

The Gallipoli Houses - the first "hotel de charme" on the peninsula

 

 

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the first "hotel de charme" on the Gallipoli peninsula

 

Turkish Victory Monument at North Beach

The tortoises are out grazing today, poking their heads from under black and khaki helmets, as though they had been outfitted by an army surplus store and are shy about their new clothes.

"Gallipoli", (Sydney 2002), Les Carlyon, p. 4

the beach at Anzac Cove

the Gallipoli Houses

 

 

Beach Cemetery at Anzac

ANZAC COVE

Turkish - ANZAC
Last updated : 01/09/2007

Total to date 5000 (approximately) casualties, about three men per yard of ground gained.  An order came out naming this bay ANZAC Bay, after N.Z. & Australian Divisions.  It does not matter what it is called.  Perhaps it will be some day known as Bloody Beach Bay.  God knows we have paid heavily for it.

Colonel Fenwick DADMS of the Australian & New Zealand (nr 2) Division quoted (around 10th May) in "Gallipoli, The New Zealand Story", (Auckland 1998), Christopher Pugsley, p. 191

 

 

 

Anzac Cove from above

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anzac Cove and beyond - Şevki Paşa map

 

 

back to if stones could speak

 

 

 

 

 

Anzac Cove - Anzak Koyu

Transcribed from the memorial plaque in Anzac Cove (April 17, 1985) :

According to the article 2 on the law on adminis-tration of provinces nr

5442, the Turkish government has decided to name the coast that is located between the longtitude 26 16 39 and the latitude 40 14 13 of the Gallipoli peninsula as “The Anzac Cove” to the memory of those soldiers belonging to the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) who landed here on the 25th April 1915 during the campaign of the Dardanelles which constitutes on of the most glorious wars in our history and which also has an important place in world history.

 

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ANZAC COVE.

There's a lonely stretch of hillocks;
There's a beach asleep and drear;
There's a battered broken fort beside the sea.
There are sunken trampled graves;
And a little rotting pier;
And winding paths that wind unceasingly.

There's a torn and silent valley;
There's a tiny rivulet;
With some blood upon the stones beside its mouth.
There are lines of buried bones;
There's an unpaid waiting debt;
There's a sound of gentle sobbing in the South.

From a song by Leon Gellert (January 1916)