features all Turkish, C.W.G.C., French and German cemeteries & memorials to the fallen, past & present, erected (and some destroyed) to remember those who gave their life during the Gallipoli Campaign.
They shall grow not old,
as we that are left to grow old.
Age shall not weary them, Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, And in the morning,
We will remember them.
"The Ode" or "Act of Remembrance",
is the fourth stanza of a poem by Laurence Binyon
Lancashire Landing Cemetery
Lt-Colonel Doughty-Wylies Grave
Pink Farm Cemetery
Skew Bridge Cemetery
Twelve Tree Copse Cemetery
Twelve Tree Copse (New Zealand) Memorial
4th Battalion Parade Ground Cemetery
7th Field Ambulance Cemetery
Anzac Ceremonial Site
Baby 700 Cemetery
Beach Cemetery (The)
Chunuk Bair Cemetery
Chunuk Bair New Zealand Memorial Wall
Chunuk Bair New Zealand National Memorial
Courtneys and Steels Post Cemetery
Embarkation Pier Cemetery
Farm Cemetery (The)
Hill 60 (New Zealand) Memorial
Hill 60 Cemetery
Johnstons Jolly Cemetery
Lone Pine (Australian & NZ) Memorial
Lone Pine Cemetery
Nek Cemetery (The)
New Zealand no 2 Outpost Cemetery
No 2 Outpost Cemetery
Plugges Plateau Cemetery
Quinns Post Cemetery
Shell Green Cemetery
Shrapnel valley Cemetery
Walkers Ridge Cemetery
Green Hill Cemetery
Hill 10 Cemetery
Lala Baba Cemetery
Çanakkale Consular Cemetery
if stones could speak
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French Cemeteries & Memorials
Those looking for more information on cemeteries and memorials in Gallipoli will certainly find what they are looking for here.
German Cemeteries & Memorials
Turkish Memorials to the Fallen
CWGC Cemeteries & Memorials
By now death
had become a familiar, and they talked about it in a half derisive deprecating
slang. In the same way as the Chinese will laugh at other peoples pain it
became a huge joke when the men bathing off the beach were caught in a burst
of schrapnel, or when some poor devil had his head blown off while he was in
the latrine. There had to be some sort of expression which would help to
rationalize the unbearable circumstances of their lives, and some way to
obtaining relief from the shock of it all, and since tears were impossible
this callous hard-boiled laughter became the thing. They were not fatalists.
They believed that a mistake had been made in the landing at Gabatepe and that
they might easily have to pay for it with their lives : but they very much
wanted to go on living, they were all for the battle and they hoped and
believed obscurely that in the end they would win.
Gallipoli, (Ware 1997), Alan Moorehead, p. 148