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Flanders 1917 (part 2): victory to defeat

The three great attacks by the British Second Army in Flanders—on the Menin Road on 20 September 1917, at Polygon Wood six days later, and at Broodseinde on 4 October—revived the Third Ypres offensive after the Fifth Army’s failures in August. Spearheading each attack, ANZAC divisions gained much of the ridge around the southern half of the Ypres Salient, denying the Germans the views over the Salient they had enjoyed since 1915.

Confounded by the British ‘bite and hold’ tactics, the Germans were desperate. Their ‘elastic defence’, with its lightly held front line and counterattack formations ready to smash the British advance when it lost momentum, hadn’t worked. The British advance stopped before running out of steam. Reverting to a strongly held front line invited destruction from the British artillery. Major-General John Monash, the 3rd Australian Division’s commander, wrote: ‘Great happenings are possible in the very near future as the enemy is terribly disorganised.’

Monash’s optimism notwithstanding, the terrain now favoured the enemy. From Passchendaele, on the end of the ridge, the Bellevue Spur curved round to parallel the ridge on the far side of the Ravebeek valley. As an assault along the ridge towards Passchendaele would be shot up from the spur, both had to be struck simultaneously. Passchendaele was therefore to be captured in two stages, the first, on 9 October, reaching the outskirts, and the second, three days later, taking the village.

Reinforcing the Germans’ terrain advantage, drenching rain, which had fallen throughout August, did so again, returning the battlefield to a quagmire. Confident that the strongest defences had been breached and the Germans were about to fold, the commander-in-chief, Field Marshal Sir Douglas Haig, disregarded advice from his senior commanders to end the campaign.

II ANZAC had the main role in the 9 October attack, which its two British divisions, the 49th and the 66th, carried out. Though the advance, about 1.4 kilometres, was about the same as in previous attacks, the conditions were much worse. Yet only four days were allowed for preparation, as against seven for Broodseinde. Consequently, only 25 guns, a fraction of the normal number, could support the attack.

The 49th Division made little headway on the Bellevue Spur and only part of the 66th reached Passchendaele before being driven back. Supposed to secure the right flank, the 5th and 6th Australian Brigades were exhausted from labouring tasks in the dreadful weather. They still reached their objectives, but, with an average battalion strength of 157 men, were too weak to hold them. Only on the left, at Poelcapelle, were some minor gains made by the Fifth Army.

Despite the setback, there was no question of abandoning the 12 October attack. Advancing along the ridge, the 3rd Australian Division would take Passchendaele, while the New Zealand Division struck Bellevue Spur. To give them a chance in the mud, the creeping barrage had to be slower. With only three days for preparation, getting the necessary extra shells forward was impossible. Even had it been otherwise, the bogged guns could only have fired a fraction of them.

The 1.6-kilometre advance was based on reports that the 66th Division had only withdrawn to its first objective, 550 metres past its start line, on 9 October. Next day, it was found to have pulled back all the way to its start line. The 3rd Division would have to attack from there, extending its advance to 2.2 kilometres, easily the longest yet and in the worst weather. ‘Bite and hold’s’ key principle, a small ‘bite’ well within the attacking infantry’s capability, had been dumped. A longer advance also meant a weaker supporting barrage.

A message from Lieutenant-Colonel Leslie Morshead, commander of the Australian 33rd Battalion, summarised the outcome: ‘Things are bloody, very bloody.’ The creeping barrage resembled a few pebbles plopping into mud. On the Bellevue Spur, the New Zealanders were annihilated, enabling the Germans there to flay the 10th Australian Brigade as it struggled through the waist-deep mud of the Ravebeek. About 20 men briefly reached Passchendaele. The 9th Brigade was stopped short of it and withdrew, as did the 12th Brigade protecting its right.

The New Zealanders lost 2,800 men, making 12 October the costliest day in their military history, and the 3rd Australian Division 3,199 men. Overall, the Third Ypres campaign cost the Australians 38,000 men, though this was spread over their eight-week involvement and not just the four big attacks they carried out. All but one of those attacks hit the Germans hard, stretching their morale and resources and gaining valuable ground, at least by Western Front standards. Whether those results justified the cost depends on one’s point of view.

As Haig sought a winter line that was not under German observation from the Passchendaele end of the ridge, the offensive continued even though the Broodseinde success had given the British observation over much of the German line. The Canadian Corps took over the advance. After five ‘bite and hold’ attacks between 26 October and 10 November, it did what II ANZAC had been ordered to do in one attack and finally captured Passchendaele. By then the battle had acquired an infamy that time has not diminished. ‘I died in hell. (They called it Passchendaele)’, wrote Siegfried Sassoon.

Flanders 1917 (part 1): defeat to victory

In May 1917, the French Army on the Western Front mutinied after the collapse of yet another ill-conceived offensive and the British Expeditionary Force assumed the main burden of the fighting. Its commander-in-chief, Field Marshal Sir Douglas Haig, had long wanted to advance from the Salient that the BEF held around Ypres, the town in Belgian Flanders that stood as a symbol of British sacrifice and defiance. The BEF had already twice saved it from the Germans.

Now Haig had his opportunity. After the Messines Ridge was seized in June to secure the main approaches to the Salient, the offensive began on 31 July. The Third Battle of Ypres—more commonly called Passchendaele after the village where it ended—came to epitomise the horrors of the Western Front, even though some stunning successes were achieved. Used as an offensive spearhead for the first time, the Australians experienced both extremes.

Enjoying commanding views from the low ridge that curved around the southern side of the Salient to Passchendaele, the Germans saw what was coming and employed an ‘elastic defence’ to meet it. The British would not be faced by strong frontline trenches, through which their more powerful artillery could blast a path. Instead, they would have to cross a series of defensive zones packed with pillboxes and machine-gun posts, becoming weaker the further they went. When they were sufficiently weakened, heavy counterattacks would destroy them.

The British played right into the Germans’ hands. Haig gave the main role to the Fifth Army, commanded by General Sir Hubert Gough, a ‘thruster’ whose impetuosity had cost the Australians dearly on the Somme in 1916. Gough ordered a first-day advance of 4 kilometres, which experience in previous offensives suggested was wildly optimistic.

Worse still, the battlefield had become a swamp. The British artillery fired three million shells during the preparatory bombardment, destroying the intricate drainage system and leaving unseasonably drenching rains with no means of run-off. Attacks wallowed in the morass. At the end of August 1917, with the Fifth Army barely past the foot of the all-important ridge, Haig gave the job of taking it to General Sir Hubert Plumer’s Second Army, to which the Australian divisions belonged.

Plumer fell back on the concept of the limited attack that he had used at Messines. Called ‘bite and hold’, it negated the Germans’ defensive tactics by halting the assault before resistance stiffened, and utilised the British material superiority through a dense ‘creeping’ barrage that moved ahead of the assault and a standing barrage to keep counterattacks at bay after it. Four such attacks, each covering about a kilometre and spaced at least six days apart to allow the artillery to move up, should result in Passchendaele’s capture.

As the Australians had the central role, the planning for the first attack, on the Menin Road on 20 September, was left largely to Major General Brudenell White, chief of staff of I ANZAC Corps. White wanted the 1st and 2nd Australian Divisions to advance in three phases, each with fresh troops and each shorter than the one before to allow for progressively greater difficulties. The rest of the Second Army and the Fifth Army would attack either side of the Australians.

Blessed by good weather, which dried out the ridge, and a barrage that left most of the Germans dazed, the advance was flawless and put the Australians squarely on the ridge. The standing barrage shattered the German counterattack. For the first time, Australian divisions had assaulted side by side, giving a boost to morale that was judged to have increased their effectiveness by a third.

The barrage for the attack on 26 September was ‘the most perfect that ever protected Australian troops’, wrote Australian official historian Charles Bean. Moving behind it and using the same tactics as before, the 4th and 5th Divisions from I ANZAC advanced 1.2 kilometres along the ridge to gain Polygon Wood.

Hard fighting was still necessary. Striking pre-emptively, the Germans drove back part of the British 50th Division next to the 15th Australian Brigade, which ended up having to take the British objective as well as its own. ‘You men have done very well here’, a British general told the Australians, one of whom shot back, ‘Only as well as ability and opportunity allow’. The general replied, ‘Very well put young man, very well put indeed, but you have undoubtedly the best troops in the world’.

As their ‘elastic defence’ had now been foiled twice, the Germans reverted to holding their forward position in strength and counterattacking from it. The change was in place before the assault on 4 October, in the centre of which the 3rd Australian Division and the New Zealand Division from II ANZAC advanced next to the 1st and 2nd Australian Divisions from I ANZAC. Stepping off, they saw the Germans, who sought to regain lost ground, coming towards them. The Germans were swept aside and the assault continued 1.5 kilometres to Broodseinde.

For the Germans, the ‘black day’ of Broodseinde proved that they had no sure way of countering the British advance. For the British, Broodseinde was one of the most important victories to date. Passchendaele beckoned.

Australia’s Great War in the air

Informal portrait of trainee pilot Captain (Capt) Thomas Walter White, Australian Flying Corps (AFC) at the controls of a Bristol Boxkite at the Central Flying School, Point Cook, Victoria. c.1915

In January 1911, the Australian government announced its intention to form a flying corps to support the Army. Over the next few years men were recruited, an airbase established at Point Cook near Melbourne, and canvas hangars and rudimentary training aircraft acquired. On 1 March 1914, Lieutenant Eric Harrison, an Australian pilot who had trained in England, made the first flight of a military aircraft in Australia in a locally-assembled Bristol Boxkite, and the first pilot’s course started in August that year, with four students.

Early in 1915, less than a year since it became marginally functional, the Australian Flying Corps went to war, tasked with supporting operations against the Turks in Mesopotamia (modern Iraq), where vital oil supplies were being threatened. The magnitude of this achievement needs to be understood. In 1911, Australia possessed no military aviation expertise whatsoever. There were no leaders, pilots, mechanics, aircraft or infrastructure; and there was no precedent to guide or doctrine to inform. Just four years later, the AFC was being sent to the other side of the world to fight an entirely new form of warfare in an alien and most hostile environment.

Led by former English solicitor, now AFC pilot, Captain Henry Petre, the AFC ‘Half Flight’—there weren’t enough men and machines to support a full flight—was thrown into action, only weeks after the Anzac’s epic landing at Gallipoli. Such was the Corp’s inexperience that two of Petre’s four pilots were recent graduates, and only 18 of his 41 airmen were qualified air mechanics, the others being motor mechanics, carpenters and joiners.

As with the Anzac campaign, the Half Flight’s war was to be heroic, bloody, and ultimately tragic. Initially based at Basra, the Australians were absorbed into the (British) Royal Flying Corps and allocated three second-hand Morris Farman aircraft. The unreliability of these fragile machines added greatly to the dangers of wartime operations. The Half Flight’s primary role was reconnaissance, which the pilots carried out in extremes of desert heat, dust and wind. Near-constant turbulence made the narrow margin between the aircraft’s cruise and stall speeds a constant worry. In winds that often exceeded 80 kph, the Farmans were unable to make headway, instead drifting backwards over the ground.

Reconnaissance and sabotage missions were flown deep into enemy territory. In addition to unreliable engines and flimsy airframes, maps were inadequate and landing fields hazardous. Forced landings, which were common because of engine failure, were likely to end in imprisonment at best, and at worst savage death at the hands of tribesman.

After three months the Half Flight was reinforced, re-equipped with better aircraft, and renamed No. 30 Squadron, RFC. By November 1915, only Petre remained of the original pilots, the others having been killed or imprisoned; and most of the mechanics who hadn’t suffered the same fate had been dispersed among RFC units. Overshadowed by the Australian public’s interest in the contemporary events at Gallipoli, the Half Flight’s heroic and pioneering achievements went largely unrecognised.

At the same time the Half Flight was fighting in Mesopotamia,  the AFC was expanding  back in Australia. As more pilots, observers, and mechanics were trained, the government was able to increase the AFC’s contribution to the war. No. 1 Squadron was formed at Point Cook in January 1916 and deployed to Egypt in March. Later that year, Nos. 2, 3, and 4 Squadrons sailed for England for more training before a planned deployment to the Western Front in France.

Among No. 1 Squadron’s pilots in the Middle East was Captain Richard Williams, later to become the greatest figure in Australian military aviation. Williams was unimpressed by the squadron’s two-seat, general purpose BE2c aircraft, which were ‘disturbingly inferior’ to the enemy’s single-seat Fokkers. He noted that that AFC crews had ‘very little chance’ in air combat and ‘depended mainly on luck’ when dropping bombs. The reference to air-to-air combat and bombing indicates just how rapidly the war in the air had progressed. Reconnaissance and army liaison remained No. 1 Squadron’s primary tasks, but the implications of the other roles—which had scarcely been envisaged in 1915—were profound.

No. 1 Squadron’s pilots were at the forefront of technological and tactical innovation. The mercurial Lieutenant L.J. Wackett (another towering figure in the history of Australian aviation), for example, designed a machine gun mount for the top centre-section of the BE2c, considerably enhancing the aircraft’s dogfighting capability. And the squadron was prominent in the revolution that air bombardment brought to warfare.

On 11 November 1916, only seven months after arriving in-theatre, the Australian airmen staged what was at the time the Middle East’s largest air raid. A force of ten aircraft was launched to strike against an enemy stronghold at Beersheba. Weaving through a barrage of anti-aircraft fire, the crews successfully bombed Beersheba’s aerodrome, tents, railway line and station. They then demonstrated their versatility by coolly photographing the damage.

The AFC had made remarkable progress since the outbreak of war. Sophisticated tactics had evolved, technology had advanced dramatically, training systems had been established, and outstanding leaders had emerged. By the end of 1916, Australia’s first airmen were poised to make a significant contribution to the allies’ broader campaign in the Great War.

Alan Moorehead’s Gallipoli

Living in Gallipoli

There have been at least seventy books by individual authors published under the title Gallipoli in as many decades. From the British Poet Laureate John Masefield in 1916 to Australia’s Les Carlyon in 2001 and on to Peter FitzSimon’s vast populist saga of 2014, they have collectively left no stone, landmark, battle, strategy, leader, fighters, gains, defeats, or lived experience unturned. Yet, for me, none can surpass the masterly, elegiac, and widely interpretative Gallipoli published by Australian expatriate, Alan Moorehead, in London in 1956 and reissued in many editions and several translations until today. Why?

A former journalist of the Melbourne Herald who left Australia in 1936 for wider scenes, Moorehead was acclaimed the Daily Express’ ‘Prince of War Correspondents’ for his cover of the British campaign in North Africa and his reporting of the war in Europe, topics he turned into his two books: African Trilogy and Eclipse. Settled in Tuscany in the post-war, he wrote twenty more books including his brilliant The White Nile, The Blue Nile and Cooper’s Creek. None, however, surpassed Gallipoli.

Yet, as an Australian schoolboy exposed to the medals in the school’s corridors and the annual talks in the memorial hall, Moorehead had come to hate the story of Anzac. As a member of the next generation, ‘we thought all these old men boring’, he wrote and when he left Australia, he swore that he ‘would never think again or expose myself to the idea of Anzac and Gallipoli’.

But after the war, when shown a diary of the campaign by an English friend, he was ‘absolutely captivated’ and gathering the private papers of British and Australian soldiers, studying the historical sources, and rounding up military archives and maps specially prepared for him by the Turks, he toured the Gallipoli Peninsula. He then became aware that ‘there could be no other story like it’ andretired to the Greek Island of Spetses in the Aegean Sea  to write.

Alan Moorehead’s long first-hand experience of battle, his feeling for the soldiery, his overarching perception of policy and planning of the contributing role of international participants—the British, Irish, French, the Imperial Indian, African, and Anzac troops—together with his calm evocative style and analytical skills, placed him in the forefront of other writers.

‘A strange light plays over the Gallipoli landing on 25 April 1915’, he wrote,

‘Hardly anyone behaves on this day as you might have expected him to do. There was a certain clarity about the actions of Mustafa Kemal on the Turkish side, but for the others the great crises of the day appear to have gone cascading by as though they were some natural phenomenon, having a monstrous life of its own. For the soldiers in the front line the issues were, of course, brutally simple. Confronted by some quite impossible objective, their lives suddenly appear to them to be of no consequence at all; they get up and charge and die’.

As with his World War Two despatches, there is an urgency and compelling presence in Moorehead’s descriptions of the hard-fought battles and of ‘the ant heap life’ of the soldiers: breathing, eating, sleeping, climbing, fighting, dying and burying their dead.

‘They were not fatalists’, he contends. ‘They believed that a mistake had been made in the landing at Gaba Tepe and that they might easily have to pay for it with their lives’ But there was ‘an extraordinary cheerfulness and exaltation’ among the men at the frontline. Living with the prospect of death, all the normal anxieties and jealousies of life deserted them, ‘the past receded, the future barely existed, and they lived as never before upon the moment, released from the normal weight of human ambitions and regrets’. And with his painterly eye, he observes, there were always ‘the recurring moments of release and wonder at the slanting luminous light in the early mornings and the evenings, in the marvellous colour of the sea’.

With its wide analysis, his sense of its ‘hesitant leaders, its lack of coherent planning and its fierce losses on both sides’, Moorehead cast the Gallipoli campaign in a strikingly positive light. He didn’t see it as a blunder or a reckless gamble, but as ‘the most imaginative conception of the war’ with potentialities almost beyond reckoning. Militarily its influence, he believed, was enormous. ‘It was’, he wrote, ‘the greatest amphibious operation which mankind had known up till then’ and it took place in circumstances where ‘everything was experimental’. This included the use of submarines and aircraft, the trial of modern naval guns against artillery on the shore, the manoeuvres of landing armies in small boats on a hostile coast, the use of radio, the aerial bomb, the land mines and much more. Importantly, in itself, Moorehead saw this highly complex combined operation by land, sea and sky (unlike the battles in France) as providing a practical and far reaching basis and understanding for the Allied victory of World War Two. ‘The old men were right’, he concludes, ‘it was the military event of the century’

Moorehead’s Gallipoli riveted world attention and won a number of British literary prizes including the inaugural Duff Cooper Memorial Prize for which the winner could nominate the award’s presenter. He chose Winston Churchill whose original planning of the Dardanelles campaign he had come to respect. In turn, Churchill wished the author a much greater success with the book than he had had with the campaign.

The riddle of the landing

Gallipoli Peninsula, Turkey. Summer 1915. A view from the sea of Anzac Cove. On the left is Ari Burnu, left background is Plugge's Plateau, to the right is MacLagan's Ridge with Anzac Gully between. New Zealand and A Division Headquarters (half-way up hill) are under Plugge's Plateau on the left. This is the left hand image in a two part panorama.

‘Tell the colonel the damn fools have landed us a mile too far north,’ yelled Royal Navy commander, Charles Dix, at dawn on 25 April 1915, as the first Australian troops jumped ashore at Anzac Cove.

A lot of things went wrong early that morning. And one hundred years later historians still debate how the original Anzacs found themselves scrambling up the tangled, scrubby slopes of Sari Bair rather than the intended landing place, Brighton Beach—more open country two kilometres south of Anzac Cove

Robin Prior, one of Australia’s finest military historians, argues that it’s a ‘myth’ that the initial landing was in the wrong place. He contends that there were no precise instructions given to Australian commanders as to where the initial 1500-strong covering force were to step ashore.

In his 2009 book, Gallipoli: The End of the Myth, Prior writes that an exact landing point for the Anzacs wasn’t seen as a high priority by those who planned the amphibious landing on the Gallipoli peninsula. ‘Certainly they did not want to land too close to Gaba Tepe with its artillery and machine guns. Nor did they want to land to the north of Fisherman’s Hut because that was too far from the main ridge and distant from the desired line of advance across the peninsula.’

More recently the Australian War Memorial’s principal historian, Ashley Ekins, has argued a similar case. Had the Anzacs been landed on Brighton Beach, Ekins says, things would have been much worse. The more heavily fortified coast closer to Gaba Tepe ‘would have been like Omaha Beach in the Normandy landings.’

Denis Winter, a military historian, concluded in 1994 that the first wave of Australians came ashore exactly where the Anzac corps commander, Lieutenant General William Birdwood, intended them to land. Anzac Cove offered protection from Turkish artillery located on Gaba Tepe further south; according to Winter, Birdwood had made a secret last-minute change to the plan.

The original Anzacs were convinced they’d landed in the wrong place. The operational orders for the Australian and New Zealanders, drawn up in early April 1915 after extensive reconnaissance, clearly marked the intended landing place—‘Z beach’—as the northern section of Brighton Beach. The saving grace was that they encountered little resistance from Turkish forces whereas further south it may have been a different story. A young Australian army lieutenant named Richard Casey (who would later become Australia’s Governor-General) thought it providential that the Royal Navy had made a navigational error after examining Turkish barbed wire and trenches closer to Gaba Tepe soon after the actual landing.

Most historians of the Gallipoli campaign have agreed the landing at Anzac was in the wrong place and should have happened a mile further south. In a 1934 revised edition of his official history, The Story of Anzac, Charles Bean wrote that the diversion of the tows carrying the Anzacs to shore was due to a strong current flowing in a northerly direction:

‘When Ari Burnu appeared ahead of the boats, the naval officer in the southernmost tow, who was directing the course, mistook the headland for Gaba Tepe and swung the tows still farther north. At the last moment Commander Dix in the northern tow endeavoured to modify this mistake by swing his tow to the south, past the sterns of the others.’

British historian, Basil Liddell Hart, also writing in 1934, concluded: ‘darkness and the strong current caused the tows to arrive off the beach a mile north of the intended point.’ Thirty years later Robert Rhodes James concluded that it wasn’t possible to say whether the Anzacs were propelled by the ‘mysterious northerly current or as a result of inaccurate navigation….’ The real answer, according to Rhodes James, ‘lay in the general confusion and imprecision which bedevilled all known orders about the landing of the covering force.’

Fifty years later we know a good deal more about the waters off Anzac Cove thanks to detailed survey work, more accurate nautical charts, and GPS navigation. In a paper delivered at the AWM’s Gallipoli 1915 conference last month, naval historian Tom Frame dispelled one of the accepted myths of the Landing: the long-held view that a current had taken the Australians too far north.

Frame, who spent many hours in small boats off Anzac Cove and Gaba Tepe, says the prevailing current, if it existed on 25 April 1915, was likely to have been to the north-east at 0.25 knots. ‘It was certainly not of sufficient strength to have resulted in the Anzacs being landed one mile or more to the north of their intended location.’ He adds that none of the naval orders issued just before the landing make any mention of a northerly current in the intended landing place.

A significant problem lay with the navigational charts used by the campaign planners in 1915. In the late 1990s, the most recent Admiralty chart of the approaches to the Dardanelles was compared with 1915 charts. The 1915 chart showed an error of some 460 yards in the location of Gaba Tepe. In 1915 Gaba Tepe was designated as the key navigational point for the Anzac landings with the British warship, HMS Triumph, standing five miles offshore, used as the marker ship. Frame recognises that, ‘while the inaccuracies in the charts used by the Royal Navy do not fully account for the Anzacs being landed well to the north of the intended destination, it is clear that all of the possible navigational errors compound to the north.’ He adds that in overlaying naval charts with military maps of the peninsula it becomes clear they weren’t based on the same underlying survey data. The distance between Gaba Tepe and Anzac Cove varied between the naval charts and the military maps. The army wanted a level of precision in the landing of troops in pre-dawn darkness that the Navy was simply unable to guarantee.

One hundred years on Gallipoli continues to exert a strange fascination for military historians. Perhaps we should leave the last word to Alan Moorehead, one of Australia’s finest war correspondents, and author of the magisterial, Gallipoli, published in 1956:

‘A strange light plays over the Gallipoli landing on April 25, and no matter how often the story is retold there is still an actuality about it, a feeling of suspense and incompleteness. Although nearly half a century has gone by, nothing yet seems fated about the day’s events, a hundred questions remain unanswered, and in a curious way one feels that the battle might still lie before us in the future; that there is still time to make other plans and bring it to a different ending.’

Mateship, sacrifice, a fair go and all that

Red poppy

Hands up if you agree that Anzac encapsulates ‘the unique qualities that gave birth to our national identity: courage, mateship, sacrifice, generosity, freedom and a fair go for all’.

I can see almost all hands are up. That is in the spirit of Anzac: the quote is from Australia’s Veterans Affairs Department saying what a gold logo it designed for approved firms’ use signifies.

Leave aside the sanctioning of firms commercialising a sanctified historical epoch. (Woolworths got whacked for doing it without approval.)

And leave aside that Australians often leave the Anzac ‘nz’ silent. A letter to a paper some years back complained that schools were teaching that New Zealand was part of a sacred Australian icon.

The two colonies were thrust together in the disastrous Gallipoli adventure. That gave them shared experiences at war which many assume are paralleled in other spheres.

But unpick this comfortable Anzac catechism.

On the western front in Europe from 1916 Australia insisted on command of its troops. New Zealand left its men under brutal British discipline.

And since then the two countries have gone different ways more often than the same way in trade, international affairs and military posture.

New Zealand stayed mainly in Europe in the Second World War. Australia pulled back to fight the Japanese. Australia conscripted troops for Vietnam in the 1960s; New Zealand contributed the smallest contingent it could and still be able to sell beef to the United States. Australia invaded Iraq in 2003. New Zealand didn’t.

That both went into Timor Leste in 1999 is an exception, not the rule—though New Zealand is joining Australia in Iraq now.

In doing the 2000 deal with Singapore, New Zealand modified its emphasis on multilateral trade solutions much earlier than Australia. New Zealand’s anti-nuclear stance and ejection from the Australia New Zealand United States treaty—the ‘nz’ is truly silent there—was a factor in getting a deal with China.

And in trans-Tasman single economic market matters Australian officials and politicians change policy when it gets high in domestic rankings and only seldom in response to New Zealand pitches—sometimes even when change would be positive for Australia, as analysts have shown for mutual recognition of dividend imputation.

Australia’s superiority complex has been dented recently as New Zealand has had more stable politics, safer fiscal management, stronger-based GDP growth and lower unemployment—plus a startling reversal of trans-Tasman migration flows.

As our dollar edged close to matching Australia’s, a spate of articles in the Australian media presented New Zealand in a near-glowing light. A meeting of business CEOs of both countries next month in Wellington has attracted unusually high interest on the Australian side.

Of course, the two countries share a lot, as ex-British colonies with a common labour market and much shared slang. But we are not the near-identical twins some Anzac rhetoric invokes.

Now unpick another dimension of the comfortable catechism: that Gallipoli and the first world war ‘gave birth to our national identity’.

New Zealand (and Australia) went into the war automatically with the mother country of the empire they were integral parts of.

New Zealanders had already long differentiated themselves in their determination not to replicate Britain’s stratified society run by a privileged elite. This ‘contract’, as historian John E Martin calls it, was built into the pitch for migrants from very early in colonial times.

But the imperial elite ruled the war—an elite painted in Anne de Courcy’s ‘Margot at War’ book about British Prime Minister Herbert Asquith’s wife as continuing its insouciant fine dining, soirees and affairs while the lower classes were butchered at the front.

And it was Britain’s Sir Winston Churchill who conjured up the Gallipoli campaign. Commentators debate whether it was an example of Churchill’s wild-eyed ways or bungled military execution or both. (Turkey’s government now tells its tour guides to call it a victory of the true faith.)

Yet we stayed in empire afterward. Prime Minister Sir Sidney Holland said in 1950: ‘I have always been proud to be British … our dear old empire.’

In 1950 we were different British, legally independent but not a fully separate nation. That came decades later.

For the soldiers, war on Gallipoli and on the western front did involve courage and mateship and sacrifice (willing or not). It required endurance and resilience, coping with bad food, cramped, insanitary conditions and boredom—those were veterans’ primary recollections in interviews I did as a young journalist brought up on glory stories.

And they had to survive deafening noise, gas and ubiquitous violent death of mates. Many of those the war did not kill or physically maim it scarred in subtler ways.

Anzac stands for ordinary folk doing extraordinary things under duress. That is the true commemoration this weekend.

This piece was first published in the Otago Daily Times and appears here with kind permission. 

A century of official war histories

Proyart, France. 1918-08-14. Australian soldiers digging trenches. (Donor French Government)Last month marked the centenary of the first shots of the Great War. This month, last Saturday to be precise, marks the centenary of the inauguration of a crucial element in the way that Australia records its role in war. On 20 September 1914 the Minister for Defence in the newly elected Fisher Government, Senator George Pearce, met the Sydney Morning Herald journalist Charles Bean, who had been elected by the Australian Journalists’ Association as the official war correspondent. As John Connor records in his study of Australia’s longest-serving Defence Minister, Pearce told Bean that he should not only file newspaper reports but also, after the war, write a history of Australia’s part, which would become ‘a permanent record for libraries, schools, and the nation generally’.

Bean did just that. He himself wrote six volumes, and oversaw the preparation of another six, of the Official History of Australia in the 1914-18 War. Those twelve volumes, with (as an early reviewer noted) their covers the colour of dried blood, took their place on bookshelves in thousands of Australian homes. Many Australian families took particular pride in a passage where Bean gave a detailed account of a particular engagement, with a footnote giving personal details of a named soldier. Bean initially thought he would complete his task within five years: in fact it took more than two decades. Read more