Everyone knew something or was it
nothing and only professed exact
knowledge to quell their own fears?
They were certain a hidden truth was real.
These valiant few, like fighting men since recorded
history; that they, tomorrow maybe,
would land and fight so they, their cause would triumph.
Oh, if they had known the distant shore's name was Galipoli!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem