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From the shores of Yerrabi Ponds in Canberra’s north to the
shores of ANZAC Cove - there is a peacefulness that reaches across the horizon
like the waves dancing lightly along the waters edge. The bloodstains have been
washed away 100 years ago and now the butterflies’ dance amongst where the wild
flowers and rosemary grows. The fields of bright yellow sunflowers that line
the highway for hundreds of miles were spectacular on my way down the
peninsular and its battlelfield history was lurking in the dark recesses of my
mind.
On this distant shore - at ANZAC Cove - I reminisce on the
recent 100th Commemoration of the ANZAC's. I dipped my feet into the beautiful
turquoise Aegean Sea thinking of those young (and not so young) boys and men
and what they did for us, fighting for our freedom. I am overcome with emotion
as a wave of serenity washes over me and ripples in the water cross to nearby
inlets of glistening brown and gold coloured pebbles making up the foreshore
beach.
The day is bathed in sunshine warming the many war grave
cemeteries and remembrance areas, the graves of young soldiers march through
the sands of time. From Embarkation Pier along the coast to Ari Burnu, Beach
cemetery to the rise of Pluggers Plateau then further up to Lone Pine, Walkers
Ridge to The Nek, Baby 700 and Chunuk Bair it is Shrapnel Valley that holds a
special meaning to me as I attempt to find a relative – my Great Uncle, brother
of my Great Grandmother, Peter Ziesser, who was a casualty in the Lone Pine
assault campaign. Astonished but pleased, I find the marker I am looking for. I
am covered in goose bumps, finding myself very emotional and silently say a pray
of thanks whilst shedding a tear or two for the unmet family member who died at
the age of 19. RIP Trooper Peter Ziesser. There are 527 Australian and 56 New
Zealanders remembered here.
This is one of the saddest legacies of war - not knowing
family. It changed the lives of thousands of women and their families for ten
score years and more.
Next stop was the Lone Pine cemetery. Walking around here I
see a tribute to the youngest Australian boy who died, only 14. So many names
showing the harsh realities of war, but in peaceful garden settings to be
remembered by. Walking along part of the nearby track and seeing signs of
trenches and the climb they faced from the beach, brings to life the harsh
realities these soldiers endured day by day, night by night. Further special
100 commemorative ceremonies will take place here between 6-8 August too.
Who knows how many are not mentioned, maybe more than a few,
however in the hearts of those family and friends that still miss them - their
names will always hold true. Fear not
that they have been forgotten on the lands of this distance shore; their
spirits are at peace and are well tended in the beautiful gardens forever more.
No ANZAC tale could be complete unless you also take the
time to reflect on what happened to those brave Turkish soldiers who stood
strong to hold the line to defend their country against invasion. The 57th
Battalion, as they were known back then, fought courageously to protect their
homeland amidst the battle din - amongst the men was the young Colonel Mustafa
Kemal. Colonel Mustafa Kemal (Ataturk) is renowned throughout the land for his
compassion and commitment to peace. Many statues of this famous soldier and
statesman were seen not only here but around Turkey as well.
As a child I remember reading and hearing at ANZAC services
the words below and to stand there, to see and feel this living peace legacy
makes them even more profound and relevant as we continue to work for global
peace.
"Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their
lives ... You are now living in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest
in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets to us
where they died side by side here in this country of ours. You, the mothers,
who sent their sons from far away countries, wipe away your tears. Your sons
are now living in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on
this land they have become our sons as well. Ataturk 1934".
Ataturk delivered these special words to some battlefield
visitors from Australia, New Zealand and Britain in 1934. I get goose bumps
just thinking about these incredible words. They are wonderful, poetic and
evocative but also very reassuring words.
As the sun slowly sank on this awe and inspiring day - I sat
and reflected on what I want to say - to our loved ones back home on that other
now distant shore and to my new companions on this unique and incredible tour.
I came to honour our ANZAC's and to fulfill a lifelong
yearning and what I received has being so much more and full of learning. 100
years on we stand together in peaceful harmony. We are united in International
Friendship for the entire world to see with sincere and heartfelt gratitude for
all the lives laid down for us and our freedom. This was an exceptional,
emotional experience I will never forget.
On a final note, I hope that I can do the following poem
justice with the translations. It helps to understand the sacrifices of the
Turkish People and our Australian and New Zealand (ANZAC) in ways that I could
not have imagined until coming here and seeing and feeling it for myself.
The Dur Yolcu Memorial on the hillside above Kilitbahir -
Dardanelles side of the Gallipoli Penninsular was where 87,000 died and over
164,000 were wounded. The words etched on the hillside come from the Turkish
poet Necmettin Halil Onan (1902-1968).
The English translation comes via the www.anzacsite.gov.au
Dur Yolcu! Bilmedan Gelip Bastigin
Stop Wayfarer! Unbeknownst to you this ground
Bu Toprak, Bir Devrin Battigi Yerdir
You come and tread on, is where an epoch lies;
Egil De Kulak Ver, Bu Sessiz Yigin
Bend down and lend your ear, for this silent mound
Bir Vatan Kalbinin Attigi Yerdir
Is the place whre the heart of a nation sighs
Bu Issiz, Golgesiz Yolun Sonunda
To the left of this deserted shadeless lane
Gordugun Bu Tumsek Anadolu'nda
The Anatolian slope now observe you well;
Istiklal Ugrubda, Namus Yolunda
For liberty and honour, it is, in pain,
Can Veren Mehmed'in Yattigi Yerdir
Where wounded Mehmet laid down his life and fell.
Bu Tumsek, Koparken Buyuk Zelzele
This very mound, when violently shook the land,
Son Vatan Parcasi Gecerken Ele
When the last bit of earth passed from hand to hand,
Mehmed'in Dusmani Bugdugusele
And when Mehmet drowned the enemy flood,
Mubarak Kanini Kattigi Yerdir
Is the spot where he added his own pure blood.
Dusun Ki, Hasrolan Kan, Kemik, Etin
Think, the consecrated blood and flesh and bone
Yaptigi Bu Tumsek, Amansiz, Cetin
That made this mound, is where a whole nation,
Bir Harbin Sonunda Butun Milletin
After a harsh and pitiless war, alone
Hurriyet Zevkini Tattigi Yerdir
Tasted the joy of freedom with elation.
The lines written into the hillside asks us to stop and
consider the ‘mound’ of earth that is the Gallipoli peninsular. Here beats the
heart of a whole epoch or period of Turkish history and national life. In
Turkey you only need to quote the first two lines for the sentiments of the
whole poem to be recalled.
May we all remember the sacrifices on both sides and
continue to work towards global peace.
Lest we forget!
Carol J
Goosebumps and tears as I sit here reading your wonderful article. I can't say more than a heartfelt thankyou.........
ReplyDeleteAmazing. Thank you.
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