Ben at the Daily Post says
In this week’s challenge, show us your take on a monument (broadly defined). It could be a fresh angle on a well-known tourist site, or a place nobody knows outside your community. It doesn’t even have to be an official monument. A legendary coffeehouse, a churchyard cemetery, the remains of a treehouse you’d built as a kid — anything can be monumental as long as it’s imbued with a shared sense of importance.
I visited Gallipoli and Anzac Cove a few years ago as part of a tour of Turkey. To be honest I wasn’t interested and could easily had a snooze while the others went off to see the battlefields and memorials. I’m glad I did go, it was one of the most moving days I have ever experienced. I’ve written about it before, including a poem and if you’re interested click the Turkey tag in my tag cloud.
For the challenge I’m showing you the monument commemorating the men of the Turkish 57th Infantry Regiment lost in the battle of Gallipoli. The then Lieutenant-Colonel Mustafa Kemal made a famous order to his Ottoman troops.
I am not ordering you to attack. I am ordering you to die. During the time before we die other forces and commanders will take our place.
And die they did, at least 1800 of them. Kemal went on to become a revolutionary statesman, President Ataturk, the founder of modern Turkey, but I digress, here is the monument.
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THE SILENCE WAS DEAFENING. Ah Julia I like this prompt, I always observe the silence. Those who have followed me for a long time, will know how moved I was when I visited Gallipoli, and may have read my poem.
11 am November 11th
The silence was deafening. But I heard the first whisperings in my head as I stepped out of the car; Anzac was like an echo chamber full of young men.
Tell my wife I love her, kiss my little girl, tell mum my savings are in a box under the floor, dad I’m sorry, Mary forgive me? I didn’t confess Padre.
Yes, I’ll do my best. One at a time, I’ll make a list.
They always laughed when I said I hear voices, keep taking the medication, they said. Now, finally, I’ve found my vocation. Spirit messenger.
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This photo is about much more than regret but I won’t intrude on any feelings you may have. I felt it appropriate especially as many of my blogging friends are from Australia and New Zealand. It was taken at Anzac Cove, Gallipoli.
and this is to show a little more for those who may never have the opportunity to visit.
Last year, soon after I began blogging, I wrote this poem and posted it with another photo. https://lucidgypsy.wordpress.com/2011/06/21/anzac-cove/
I was privileged to visit Anzac and Gallipoli on the Dardanelles earlier this year and found it an incredibly moving experience that remains with me still. As tomorrow is November 11th I thought I would share some photos I took there. I think you will agree it is beautiful, the Turkish people have made it a protected area with only people whose families have farmed there for generations allowed to do so. They are a very generous people with no bitterness only a deep compassion for those lost.
A single satin poppy like a drop of blood on innocent sand.
As far as the eye can see, empty turquoise, peacefulness,
In the loveliest burial ground in the world
For the thousands of ghosts of lost boys
Who were sent here to die.
Stones pierce the green like rows of shark’s teeth
Stones that name Anzacs in their teens and twenties
Few old enough to be dads, all young enough to be sons.
Antipodean voices whisper as they search
Emotion choked as names are uncovered
And Rosemary battles for remembrance
Against the fennel scorched air.