This website has been prepared by
the first "hotel de charme" on the Gallipoli peninsula
A small wooden board next to the tomb carries the following inscription : The bones that were found in 1985, during restoration works on the Turkish trenches, have been laid to rest here.
Yes we’ve seen
him dying there in front-
Our own boys died there, too-
With his poor black eyes a-rolling,
Staring at the hopeless blue;
With his poor maimed arms a-streching
To the God we both can name ...
And it fairly tore our hearts out;
But it’s in the beastly game.
So though your name be black as ink
For murder and rapine,
Carried out in happy concert
With your Christians from the Rhine,
We
will judge you Mr Abdul,
By the test by which we can-
That with all your breath, in life, in death,
You’ve played the Genteman.
From the poem “Abdul” published
in “the Anzac Book”, (1916), Charles E. W. Bean, p. 59
