Geographical - A special Anzac reflection
Chapter 36: Gallipoli: A bit of Aussie pride EVEN the rowdiest young Australian could be hushed by the emotional experience of Gallipoli on Anzac Day. The crowd of thousands of Australians, New Zealanders and a handful of Turks (mostly officials) are silenced just before the dawn service. Everyone rubs his or her sleepy eyes. Most of the group hasn’t slept since arriving at Anzac Cove the evening before. I know I vaguely slept. It was a mixture between anticipation of the huge day that lay before me and possibly the discomfort of sleeping on the ground that kept my eyes open for the majority of the night. It would have been low for me to complain of discomfort however, seeing as our forefathers fighting for Australia and New Zealand had it much, much worse. They didn’t just have the cold, they had the added factor of the threat of death, not just from opposing soldiers, but also from disease and severe weather conditions. We arrived at Anzac Cove about