In an obscure cove, on an unknown beach, in a foreign land far-far away, on the morning of the April 25, 1915, our national identity was forged in blood.
The legend of the Anzac was born on this day, and it is arguably the most important and sacred day of remembrance in our nation’s history.
This spirit was reaffirmed in the continued eight months of fighting on the Gallipoli peninsula.
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