The Gallipoli campaign during World War One was a coming of age for New Zealand and Australia. ANZAC, British and Turkish troops died by the thousands, cold and disease finishing off those left after the shells and bullets had taken their toll.
On a hot, sunny day in August I spent a day on the Gallipoli peninsula, visiting the many sad reminders of another tragic war. ANZAC Cove, where thousands of men came ashore at the wrong place and had to scale steep cliffs in the face of enemy gunfire. Chunuk Bair, the highest point on the peninsula and site of the New Zealand memorial.
And Lone Pine Cemetery, which houses dozens of white gravestones and thousands of Australian names inscribed on the memorial at one end.
So many pointless deaths, in another beautiful part of the world.
Lest we forget.