DescriptionIntended for readers aged 8-12.Original edition shortlisted for the NZ Post Book Awards 2014, shortlisted for the Lianza Book Awards 2014, Storylines list of notable books for 2014. This revised edition published by White Cloud Books (an imprint of Upstart Press), 2023ReviewsTrevor Agnew, Magpies, March 2013 ~ It is rare to encounter an entirely new subject in a book for young people but Philippa Werry’s Anzac Day: the New Zealand story is unique… The overwhelming first impression of Anzac Day is the richness of the material Werry has gathered… Anzac Day by Philippa Werry is a book for every New Zealander to treasure.Stephen Clarke, Chief Executive RSA, RSA review, Autumn 2013 ~ “This A to Z of all things Anzac is a captivating resource that will provide children with added understanding when they attend their next dawn service. But don’t think this book is for children only – many RSA members and visitors would find it an enjoyable and insightful read. Frankly every RSA should have it handy to the coffee and Anzac biscuits this Anzac Day.”ExcerptThe first Anzac landings On Sunday 25 April 1915, the Anzac troops landed on the beaches of the Gallipoli Peninsula – first the Australians at 4.30am, followed by the New Zealanders from about 9.30am. For the Anzacs, the plan went wrong from the start. Weighed down by their packs, some of the men drowned in deep water within minutes. They were put ashore, not where they were expecting to land, but at the cove at Ari Burnu: a narrow beach beneath steep cliffs where Turkish forces held the higher ground. Everything was muddled and confused, the maps were inaccurate, and soon the units were all mixed up. Over 3000 New Zealand soldiers landed that day, and by the evening, one in five of them had been killed or wounded.The peninsula reminded the New Zealanders of parts of their own coastline. The view over the Aegean Sea to the islands of Imbros and Samothrace in the distance could be beautiful, especially at sunrise and sunset. But most of the time, it was a nightmarish jumble of hills, ridges and gullies, trenches and dugouts.
