World War I9 min read

Gallipoli

A bold gamble on a far shore that forged three nations.

Dardanelles · 1915–16

A war map with an arrow thrusting toward a narrow strait and a distant city.

1915. The First World War is frozen in the trenches of the Western Front. Looking for another way to win, the Allies gamble on a bold stroke far to the east: punch through the Dardanelles straits, capture Constantinople, and knock the Ottoman Empire out of the war.

Battleships in a narrow strait amid mine explosions and shore gunfire.

First they try with ships alone. But the narrow straits are mined and lined with guns, and the great fleet is turned back with losses. So the Allies decide to land an army.

Rowing boats packed with soldiers approaching a steep coastline at dawn under fire.

April 25th, 1915. British, French, and the soldiers of Australia and New Zealand — the ANZACs — storm ashore on the Gallipoli peninsula.

Soldiers scrambling up a near-vertical scrubby slope under fire from above.

The ANZACs land at the wrong beach, beneath steep cliffs, into withering fire. Those who survive the shore claw their way up the heights and dig in.

An Ottoman officer on a ridge directing soldiers into positions over a beach.

Waiting above them is an Ottoman army, and a determined young commander named Mustafa Kemal.

A commander rallying soldiers in a hilltop trench with grim conviction.

Mustafa Kemal

I do not order you to attack. I order you to die. In the time it takes us to die, others can come and take our places.

Cramped trenches cut into dusty cliffs above a blue sea, soldiers crowded in the heat.

The invasion freezes into the same trench stalemate the Allies had hoped to escape — only now on baking, fly-blown cliffs, with the sea at their backs.

Exhausted, sunburnt soldiers in a baking trench, a sick man slumped nearby.

Through the summer the two sides fight and die over a few hundred yards of scrub and ridge. Heat, thirst, and disease kill as surely as bullets.

Two opposing trenches close together at dusk, a tin of food arcing across the gap.

In the trenches, separated sometimes by only a few meters, a strange respect grows between the ANZACs and the Turks — enemies who come to know each other's voices.

Officers studying a map gravely in a dugout as winter rain falls outside.

By winter it is clear the campaign has failed. The Allies will not break through. The order comes to evacuate.

Soldiers quietly filing down to boats on a moonlit beach, empty trenches above.

The evacuation becomes the one masterpiece of the campaign: using tricks and self-firing rifles rigged to drip water, the Allies slip almost their entire army away by night without the Ottomans realizing, losing barely a man.

A quiet memorial on a windswept cliff above the sea at dawn.

Gallipoli changed little in the war, but it forged nations. For Australia and New Zealand it became a founding legend, marked every year on ANZAC Day. And the commander who held the cliffs, Mustafa Kemal, would go on to found modern Turkey as Atatürk.

Sources

This story was adapted from the following. The illustrations are stylized depictions, not photographs of the events.

  • “Gallipoli campaign”, Wikipedia

    Overview, the landings, stalemate, and evacuation.

  • Gallipoli, Les Carlyon (2001)

    Detailed narrative history of the campaign.

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