Ceridwyn Parr writes:
Nothing could have prepared me for the for the sight of gravestone after gravestone, after gravestone. they belong to boys aged 16,17,18 and for men aged 29, 35, 40, who landed here from 25 April 1915,onwards and mostly died here over the next few months. The marked stones lie tilted to the sun above the cool blue Aegean sea. Nothing can stop the pricking of tears to read this inscription:
1113 Private H J Burton,
died 30 November 1915, aged 18
Only a boy but died as a man for liberty and freedom
His Mum and Dad
Standing on the stony beach near Anzac cove, looking up at the steep cliffs called Sphinx and Nek, nothing can stop the sense of grief, of sorrow at the futility of the plan to capture the Dardanelles, the terrible terrible loss of ‘the flowers of that generation.’
