(You can read the first part here)

(Dedication of this article is intended for brother Mike G.)

Caveat: for the sake of brevity and clarity, the Ottoman Empire will largely be referred to by its modern-day name, Turkey.

Winston Churchill drank at a very minimum an entire bottle of spirits daily; that is a known fact. He even had a note from his doctor prescribing alcoholic spirits as a means of post-accident medical convalescence. The day he brokered a deal to invade the (Turkish) Ottoman Empire’s Gallipoli peninsula, his doc must have burgeoned up his RX to include speedballing a crack/smack duo. Give peace a chance, Winston!

Gallipoli?? Who the… how the… where the… why the… what in Hades is a Gallipoli?
Gosh, I was nearly fifty years old when I finally heard of the place and the event. How did that one get by me? So here I offer you a military history gleaning to attempt to explain how it possibly made sense to Churchill, and why it virtually failed before it even started.

Caveat: I’m not straight away bashing the guy; I rather liked and admired the man; however, there are two monumental glaring blunders he made during his tenure: the bombing of Dresden, Germany and the attempted invasion of modern-day Turkey via the Gallipoli Peninsula. Since I have recently treated the subject of Dresden, I deem it only fit to fancy a pair by the addition of Gallipoli.

Here’s the deal: when WWI broke out, countries were clambering to join sides, or were, in the case of the Ottoman Empire (Turkey) who had not taken sides yet, vying to win over neutral countries to their side; building allies you see.

Question: What did the Ottomans mainly eat on Thanksgiving day?

Both Germany and Britain wanted the Turks on their side. Both countries began courting the Turks with the promise of massive naval hardware. In the case of Britain, they were building two humongous battle cruisers for Turkey. But the First Lord of the Admiralty, the First Dunce himself Churchill diverted the profit of the two battleships to suit his own personal gain.

In the meantime, the Germans made good on their promise to Turkey with two Wehrmacht cruisers. Wouldn’t you know it, Turkey did indeed side with Berlin. Here’s why Churchill’s slight of ships was a horrible mistake:

The entire Russian naval fleet was stationed in the landlocked Black Sea. The only way Russia could get its ships out of the Black Sea and into the war against Germany was through Turkey, specifically through the Straits of Dardanelles. The Dardanelles boasted then several heavily guarded cramped narrows that were all but impossible to pass through. Britain and France tried several times to muscle their way through the narrows and lost one-third of their ships in the process—no bueno.

Disposition of the Gallipoli Peninsula with respect to the Dardanelles Straits and narrows. Image courtesy of Wikipedia

That’s when the First Lord of Idiocy came up with the audacious big idea of invading Turkey with British, French, and the Australian/New Zealand Army Corps troops (ANZAC) at landing zones Helles and ANZAC coves on Gallipoli. Since the Navy failed, he postulated that the armies could approach over land and destroy the defending naval guns at the Dardanelles choke points. Then by taking Constantinople, they could shut Turkey out of the war and gain passage finally for the Russian naval power captive in the Black Sea.

Question: what brand of cigarettes did Churchill smoke?

Ok, that was really stupid, I know… Keep in mind this bold plan was intended to be a power move to help break up the miserable trench warfare stalemate out on the Western front where the big war was going on. Churchill failed to factor in one really big element: THE TURKS.

Winston, in all his pomposity, regarded the Turk an inferior Untermensch and poor excuse for a soldier. Preparation of the battle space was not a big thing in Churchill’s bag-o-tricks. Let me put it this way: During WWII the allies actually traveled to the Normandy Coast in a miniature sub. From that sub, they launched some bada$$ Nave SEAL legacy brothers who swam ashore at night and took beach samples from Omaha Beach to determine composition and support capabilities.

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British officers sailed by the Gallipoli landing beaches and drew sketches… ok, great.

Artist’s rendition of the landing at ANZAC cover. Image courtesy of Wikipedia.

It is an after the fact matter of fact that the terrain of the peninsula grotesquely favored the defense, and rudely spanked the offense. The brass’ sketches were charming, but they failed to include such insignificant details such as:

Barbed wire

Machine guns

Trench Networks

Mortar pits


Howitzers and other long-range supporting fire batteries


Here’s another thing that I find disturbing: the men were required to storm their landing beaches… in row boats. When I think of storming a beach, a row-boat doesn’t even register in my mental inventory. In every engagement, the Brits, French, Australian New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) faced multiple interlocking crossfires from then state-of-the-art Maxim machine guns.

Maxim air-cooled machine gun version. Photo courtesy of Wikipedia


Turkish Maxim water-cooled machine-gun position. Courtesy Wikipedia

In my research, I encountered many angles of interpretation of why the invasion was such a failure. You bet the command was blamed for crappy leadership; it’s easy to blame it on the guys in charge. I was amused to hear the opinions on the failure differed based on the field of expertise of the commentator. One history video I watched on the subject featured a Geologist’s point of view. I kid you not mes amis, that closing line of the video was to the effect: “And therefore, I maintain that the main reason the invasion of Gallipoli failed… was because of the geology.”

I mean, I have to pick myself up off the floor sometimes. You betcha, the geology did it with the knife in the basement. I mean I totally do get how the geology of the peninsula played a significant role, but let’s not slurp our own schlongs here, rock boy!

Sears and Roebuck, mes amis, did their own study of the ANZAC tragedy at Gallipoli and found that the defeat was due to a lack of painter’s trousers for the troops, a product Sears was tasked with moving in large consignment between the months of April and November of 1915. Sometimes it is just not possible to foresee these shortcomings, I know.

This operation of Churchills was expected to last several weeks. There is a hill just a few miles from the landing beach at point Helles and ANZAC cove called Achi Baba. That was the projected point of advance for the first day. Eight months later, that’s zero eight (08) months later… they were still miles from Achi Baba, and Mother of God hopelessly locked in an absolute trench warfare stalemate that would put the gridlock on the Western Front to shame.

Image depicting the goal for the first days advance, the peak of Achi Baba, and the maximum penetration inland on 27 April, where they remained for eight months. Courtesy of Wikipedia.

To quote another SOFREP writer: “I would cry if I had any tears left in my eyes.”

It was the embodiment of horror. All ground water on Gallipoli was non-potable. All water had to be brought in by ship. London came to fancy Gallipoli a back-burner issue, and support waned. Men were literally dying of thirst in the searing heat of the Turkish summer.

Turkish naval shore battery overlooking the Dardanelles Narrows. Courtesy Wikipedia

Charge upon charge from both sides resulted in thousands of corpses littering the no man’s lands. Few were recovered. They lay and distended under the heat of the sun, to the extent that they eventually popped under the pressure of expanding gas. Men often fired their SMLE .303 Enfield rifles at the corpses in hope of winning a premature pop and hasten the decomposition process.


Corps bring flies, legions and legions of flies. Flies bring Dysentery. More men died of disease than of artillery splinters, the leading cause of combat wounds. Latrines were dug and filled very quickly. In a disturbing number of cases stricken men fell into the latrines and drowned when those around them were too weak to pull them out.

Artist’s rendition of the futility of the ANZAC charge against Turkish position (Wikipedia)

On the plus side… I’m sorry, there was no plus side. But in the name of soldierly ingenuity, the lads managed to create the periscope rifle, an ingenious device that allowed men to remain defilade and still manage a head shot out to 50 meters or more, a typical distance for opposing trenches to be separated.

An ANZAC soldier takes aim with his periscope rifle. Photo courtesy of Wikipedia

Gallipoli served no purpose other than to bring 450,000 men to an early horrible death. The one book I read on this subject was titled “Gallipoli,” and written by, Alex Moorhead and Max Hastings. I recall a particularly impressive passage that describes how Turkish and ANZAC troops came together on a particular occasion: a recent charge left some 10,000 dead strew about on the grounds between trenches.

The withdrawl of all allied forces from the cruel clutch of the Gallipoli peninsula left thousands of dead corps never to be registered or recovered. That fact is testimony to the level of desperation that the allied forces departed under.

Greek children pose with bones they collected the landing site at ANZAC Cove. Photo courtesy of Wikipedia

Both sides agreed to an armistice to provide an occasion to inter the sea of corpses, gifting a measure of amelioration from the petrifying stench. As crews busied with burials. A Turkish and ANZAC soldier exchanged words. Said the Turk gesturing to the field graveyard: “This, this is politics,” then gesturing to the vast swath of dead he continued: “…and this, this is diplomacy,”.

By God and with honor,
geo sends

ANZACs wait in trenches. Photo courtesy of Wikipedia
A Turkish long range artillery support battery. Photo courtesy of Wikipedia.

Editorial cartoon courtesy of Robert L. Lang