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A Morning on Chunuk Bair

Dr Christopher Pugsley
LIEUTENANT COLONEL (RETIRED), ONZM, DPHIL, FRHISTS

This piece by Chris Pugsley was written and circulated on the 8th August 2015, after he had gone up and sat by the New Zealand Memorial on Chunuk Bair at 4.30 in the morning. Everything was set up for the commemoration later in the day but he was the only one there.

It was read at the Anzac Day service on Chunuk Bair in 2016 and again last year.

Today marks the 105th Anniversary of Chunuk Bair. 


Saturday 8 August 2015

I spent this morning on Chunuk Bair. I did it the easy way, getting there by car from Eceabat at 4.30am – a drive through the night across a silent plain, past the Turkish Simulation Centre at Gaba Tepe and then up a ridge line along the Anzac front line, no traffic, the only noise the rushing of the wind that came in gusts, each like an approaching semi-trailer. On Chunuk Bair all was in darkness, I parked by the sole vehicle, a white van, unaware that the two security guards were dozing inside. All around me the tents and marquees, scaffolding and equipment for this afternoon’s New Zealand’s ceremony.

The approach of dawn, Chunuk Bair Cemetery Saturday 8 August 2015.

The approach of dawn, Chunuk Bair Cemetery Saturday 8 August 2015.

Image kindly provided by Christopher Pugsley© Christopher Pugsley.

Above, a clear starlit sky with a bright crescent moon. I walk to the New Zealand Memorial to the Missing from the Battle of Chunuk Bair, and look out over the low stone parapet towards the Straits of the Dardanelles. The shore line clearly etched with lights and partly out of sight, the lights from Canakkale reflected in the night sky. I sat and thought about that morning one hundred years ago today. Not one of the New Zealanders who fought here ever imagined that they would end up on this hill in Turkey. Seeing in that dawn for the first time the Narrows which was the strategic goal of the Allied landings in April 1915. Now four months into the campaign this was the last major obstacle, and the goal was in sight.

Lieutenant Colonel William George Malone. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand. \u003ca href=\"https://natlib.govt.nz/records/23118840\"\u003eRef: 1/1-012824-G\u003c/a\u003e

Lieutenant Colonel William George Malone. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand. Ref: 1/1-012824-G

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I walk back past all the names of the 853 missing with no known graves indecipherable in the dark to the top of the firebreak that comes up over the saddle from Rhododendron Ridge. I try to picture the Wellington Battalion at the Apex and its moving forward at 4.30 in the morning with artillery and naval gunfire landing where I stand. Lieutenant Colonel William Malone commanding the Wellington Infantry, forms them up in solid column of eight files –eight men across on a frontage the width of today’s firebreak track. A crammed mass of men: two infantry companies up, each of four platoons, eight files of perhaps 35-45 men in each file, with the same for the rear two companies behind, scrambling their way up this stony slope. They pause in the saddle for the artillery fire to lift then sweep forward onto this crest, overrunning the sole Ottoman machine gun. They peel left and right to occupy what was perhaps a half metre deep single trench sited to cover such an approach up the hill, except that on this morning one hundred years ago, it was deserted, its defenders driven off by the artillery fire.

Familiar names on the New Zealand Memorial to the Missing, Chunuk Bair.

Familiar names on the New Zealand Memorial to the Missing, Chunuk Bair.

Image kindly provided by Christopher Pugsley© Christopher Pugsley.

I listen for the sounds of an eight hundred strong battalion digging in. Already the sky is getting light. The forward two companies detached outposts of eight to 10 men forward to give early warning, while the existing Ottoman trench became the Wellington Battalion front line. It is hard ground and we know that they chipped away at it with their entrenching tools with each soldier filling two sandbags and stacking them in front to give further protection.

The Battle of Chunuk Bair by Ion Brown, commissioned by the New Zealand Defence Force.

The Battle of Chunuk Bair by Ion Brown, commissioned by the New Zealand Defence Force.

Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington. Ref: D-001-035 Image may be subject to copyright restrictions.

Behind them 30-40 metres down the slope the 400 men of the two support companies had real digging to do, only Malone’s Battalion Headquarters was spared as they occupied the captured machine gun trench which can be still identified in the dawn.

Forward towards the Straits, New Zealanders manned outposts. Among them were men I later got to know: Charlie Clark, was playing cards that morning, Harvey Johns was sniping at the Turkish mule convoys that he could see below him in the valley.

The Wellingtons were not alone. Two British battalions followed them up onto the crest. The 7th Gloucesters were to extend our hold on the crest to the left onto Hill Q and following them, the 8th Welsh Pioneers were to extend our grip to the south. It did not happen. By now in the light of the dawn both battalions came under Turkish fire before reaching the hill and in attempting to extend the line on each flank, each was quickly driven back as it became light. The Turkish response was immediate and ferocious. Both British battalions suffered such casualties that it became Wellington’s battle. Our outposts withdrew at the run and took their place in the crest line trench. By 8 am the Wellington front line was overrun. The trench itself now full of New Zealand dead and wounded, who were then bayoneted as the Turks fought their way along it. Some, all of them wounded, were taken prisoner.

The open area immediately under the pines before the scrub line marks Malone\u0027s front line after the loss of the crest trench. (in the area of the yellow generator on left). Malone\u0027s headquarters trench was in the area of the nearest pine trees on the left. The line ran roughly parallel to the thick scrub line from where the photo was taken, angling around with the contour of the ground.

The open area immediately under the pines before the scrub line marks Malone's front line after the loss of the crest trench. (in the area of the yellow generator on left). Malone's headquarters trench was in the area of the nearest pine trees on the left. The line ran roughly parallel to the thick scrub line from where the photo was taken, angling around with the contour of the ground.

Christopher Pugsley© Christopher Pugsley.

It is light by 5.30 with the sun coming up over at the hills on 6am. I walk down firebreak to where the cleared area meets the trees. This is Malone’s support line, which becomes the front line for the next two days. The trenches are still evident - ragged uneven slits in the earth that were hastily dug using the dead as sandbags to give protection. I try to imagine the hundreds of men who fought here, with the 57-year old Malone leading them in counterattack after counterattack to deny the Turkish attackers the chance to consolidate on the crest above. It is an untenable position, Turkish piecemeal attacks and New Zealand tenacity defied that reality. Malone is the heart and soul of the defence as his Battalion dissolves and dies around him. Two squadrons of Auckland Mounteds reinforce them that afternoon and the position continues to hold.

All day two New Zealand 4.5-inch howitzers at Anzac Cove provide fire support lobbing shells over the crest to where the Turks mass for each attack. At about 5pm, a change in atmospherics and temperature means that a bracket of shells land this side instead of over the crest, killing Malone. The remaining New Zealanders fight on. That night they are relieved by the Wellington Mounted Rifles and the Otago Infantry and the epic is repeated all day on 9 August. By nightfall, New Zealand has no more men to give. They are replaced by two raw British battalions who are engulfed in Kemal’s counterattack on the morning 10 August.

I walk the New Zealand line visualising the life and death struggles in each trench at every metre, but all I hear is the wind. It is hard to imagine almost one thousand New Zealand dead, 853 of whom have no known graves. Hundreds of wounded cluttered these seaward slopes, some begging their mates for a bullet to put them out of their misery. The wind drowns their voices and I must use my imagination.

I do one more walk along the Memorial Wall and doff my hat to each panel seeking out familiar names: Malone, McCandlish, Winter, Warden, Dunn, Harrison, Statham, Mackesy, Elmslie, Chambers, Kelsall, Grace, Manuel and all. I know their faces and have read their words. War does not deserve such sacrifice, but despite its tragedy and waste, the courage of brave men who stood by one another shines through.

The first stall keepers arrive and life is stirring on Chunuk Bair – today is an important day.


Dr Christopher Pugsley, ONZM is a New Zealand military historian and former New Zealand Army officer. He is the author of some 20 books: the first of which is Gallipoli: The New Zealand Story. His most recent is Le Quesnoy 1918: New Zealand’s Last Battle. He was Curator and Creative Director of the “Scars on the Heart” permanent exhibition at the Auckland War Memorial Museum. He was Historical Director of the current “Gallipoli the Scale of our War Exhibition” at Te Papa Tongarewa – Museum of New Zealand.

Our sincere thanks to Chris, for sending this to the Online Cenotaph team.

Cite this article

Pugsley, Christopher. A Morning on Chunuk Bair. Auckland War Memorial Museum - Tāmaki Paenga Hira. First published: 24 July 2020. Updated: 2 September 2020.
URL: www.aucklandmuseum.com/war-memorial/online-cenotaph/features/A-Morning-on-Chunuk-Bair


Further Reading 

Pugsley, C. Gallipoli: The New Zealand Story 

NZHistory, William Malone - Great War Story

Soutar, Monty. The battle for Chunuk Bair. Auckland War Memorial Museum - Tāmaki Paenga Hira.

Nga Tapuwae - The Dead of Chunuk Bair

NZ On Screen - Gallipoli: The New Zealand Story