back to if stones could speak
I found myself sitting
useless alongside Captain Bartlett, second in command of the 15th
North Auckland Company. He was wounded too. I said to him, ďSir this is a
sheer waste of good men. Iím going back, Iím going to risk going back to see
if I can stop this madness.Ē He didnít argue with me. So I took off my
webbing, stripped down to my tunic, and leaving my riffle behind, set off at a
gallop back across the Daisy Patch. The dead were lying everywhere, little
silent bundles of New Zealanders.
Sergeant Joseph Gasparich quoted in "Voices of Gallipoli" (Auckland 1988), Maurice Shadbolt, p. 84
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The front line perimeter to be covered by the
New-Zealanders was from Krithia Nullah on the right to the Gully Ravine on the
left; a width of about 1200 yards. Inside this perimeter the Canterbury
Infantry battalion covered the right between Krithia Nullah and Fir Tree Wood,
a distance of about 400 yards. The Auckland Infantry battalion covered the
centre, including Fir tree Wood, and the Wellington Infantry battalion covered
the left to Gully Ravine, a distance of about 800 yards. The Australians
covered the perimeter to the New-Zealanders' right, immediately over Krithia
At 10.30 am the whole line moved forward, only to come instantly under lethal machinegun fire. Men dropped right down the line......
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I witnessed the big Allied advance against the Turks, and of the New Zealand Infantry across the Daisy Patch. It was just a hell. All those bodies lying across fields sprinkled with daisies and poppies - or perhaps the poppies were just patches of blood. It was somewhere around then than New Zealanders got the name of "the white Gurkhas".
Private Russell Weir (NZ Infantry Brigade Staff-WIB) quoted in "Voices of Gallipoli" (Auckland 1988), Maurice Shadbolt, p. 38
Yes, I still think of
Gallipoli. You may well ask if any war is worth it. You may well ask
those lines of white crosses under which are buried the finest young fellows
New Zealand could produce : was it worth it ? Was it worth your lives ??
No. No. It was not.
Private Tony Fagen (AIB) quoted in "Voices of Gallipoli", (Auckland 1988), Maurice Shadbolt, p. 22