Aaron, their trek over the Owen Stanleys in order to attack the enemy camp from landward –is one of the epics.

also wanted to mention that to me the film Gallipoli is one of the bittersweet masterpieces. The image of the officer (who was no doubt historically accurately portrayed) in his dugout listening to his scratchy wind-up Victrola is a film indelible. He knew the morning would bring his murderously doomed attack –with the added feature of being unneccesary, and even a result of botched comms up the chain of command. He knew all this, had tried to repair it, but time had run out, and he had his orders. He was listening to Italian opera –some deeply tragic voice full of sadness. Wonder who that was.