{"id":426,"date":"2022-03-16T12:44:11","date_gmt":"2022-03-16T12:44:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/english\/canakkale-stories-touching-the-deepest-of-human-hearts\/"},"modified":"2026-03-31T08:53:58","modified_gmt":"2026-03-31T08:53:58","slug":"canakkale-stories-touching-the-deepest-of-human-hearts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/english\/canakkale-stories-touching-the-deepest-of-human-hearts\/","title":{"rendered":"\u00c7anakkale Stories Touching the Deepest of Human Hearts"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>\n<p><strong>Although the \u00c7anakkale Front is one of the fronts in the First World War, it has left important traces in Turkish culture and history compared to the wars on other fronts.  The foundations of the Turkish Republic were laid on the \u00c7anakkale Front.  There are countless stories and letters written during the war years.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Due to the close distance between the trenches where the soldiers fought;  Mutual exchanges were made between Turkish and Anzac soldiers.  With the end of the war when the night falls, the movements on both fronts can be felt very easily.  Even according to the narration;  The New Zealanders were playing the guitar at night in the trench, our people were listening and even clapping at the end of the song.  Sometimes on the front where the Turkish soldiers are;  The soldiers were singing folk songs, applause was rising from the front on the opposite side.  So much so that they were sent to reciprocal fronts by writing a request on papers.<\/p>\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1657\" width=\"839\" height=\"472\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/canakkale-1.jpg\" data-lazy- title=\"\"><noscript><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/canakkale-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1657\" width=\"839\" height=\"472\" title=\"\"><\/noscript><\/figure>\n<p>According to a story told;  After the request song from the Anzac soldiers was not played for 3 days, a paper was sent explaining why the request was not played.  because you shot our beautiful soldier 3 days ago, they replied.  It is said that due to the long duration of the war and the closeness of the trenches, many mutual exchanges, including food, were made.<\/p>\n<p>There are many stories about the soldiers who fought on both fronts in the Dardanelles War.  Mustafa Kemal, who became the Commander of the 19th Division on May 14, 1915, described the situation of the trenches and the mood of the Turkish soldier with these words:<\/p>\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1665\" width=\"840\" height=\"697\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/9-1.webp\" data-lazy- title=\"\"><noscript><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/9-1.webp\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1665\" width=\"840\" height=\"697\" title=\"\"><\/noscript><\/figure>\n<p><em>\u201cThe distance between mutual trenches is 8 meters, so death is certain.  None of the people in the first trench, all of them fall until they can escape.  Those in the second trench take their place like lightning, but do you know with what enviable composure and resignation?  He sees the person dying under a rain of bombs, shrapnel and bullets, knows that he will die in three minutes, and does not show the slightest hesitation.  No shaking.  Those who can read are reading the Quran and are preparing to go to heaven.  Those who do not know, bring the Word of Shahada and walk by reciting the adhan.  It&#8217;s boiling hot as hell.  One soldier in each trench fights with a bayonet against 20 enemies.  It dies, it kills.  Here is an example worthy of congratulations, which is not found in any soldier in the world, showing the strength of spirit in this Turkish soldier.  You must be sure that it is this high spirit that won the Battle of \u00c7anakkale.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>In the war that was lived under these conditions and ended in victory, there were countless stories that touched the deepest parts of the human heart.  A few of these stories, and some of the last letters written by the soldiers, are as follows:<\/p>\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"1000\" height=\"920\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1658\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/5.webp\" data-lazy- title=\"\"><noscript><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"1000\" height=\"920\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/5.webp\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1658\" title=\"\"><\/noscript><\/figure>\n<h3 id=\"h-soyleyin-hakkini-helal-etsin\"><strong>Tell Him to Halal His Right<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>During the war, a large winding center was established in Kocadere village.  Many wounded are brought, some from Urfa, some from Bosnia, some from Ad\u0131yaman, some from G\u00fcr\u00fcn, some from Aleppo.  Among the wounded, there is a soldier from the Beyba\u015f Village of L\u00e2pseki, who was seriously injured.  Words pour out from the tongue of the soldier who can hardly breathe.  The soldier, who said that I am very likely to die, requested that the compass he wrote be delivered to his friend.<\/p>\n<p>On the soldier&#8217;s compass;  I, a villager, borrowed 1 mecit from the corporal \u0130brahim of Lapseki.  I couldn&#8217;t see him.  The soldier, whose last word is &#8220;Let him be right&#8221;, falls as a martyr in the arms of the commander who says &#8220;don&#8217;t worry, my son&#8221;.<\/p>\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1664\" width=\"838\" height=\"432\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/1-6.jpg\" data-lazy- title=\"\"><noscript><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/1-6.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1664\" width=\"838\" height=\"432\" title=\"\"><\/noscript><\/figure>\n<p>In the area where the wounded are brought, not too much time passes, one of the wounded who arrives becomes a martyr.  The tags and items found on the martyrs are delivered to the commander.  The commander cannot hold back his tears with a compass in his hand.  She covers her face with her hands, sobbing for a while.  The following words are written on the found compass; <em>\u201cI lent my friend Halil from Beyba\u015f village 1 mecit.  He couldn&#8217;t see me, we&#8217;re going to attack soon.  Maybe I won&#8217;t be back.  If I can&#8217;t return, tell my friend, I&#8217;ve made my right.<\/em> is writing.<\/p>\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1659\" width=\"841\" height=\"514\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/hakkini-helal-etsin.jpg\" data-lazy- title=\"\"><noscript><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/hakkini-helal-etsin.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1659\" width=\"841\" height=\"514\" title=\"\"><\/noscript><\/figure>\n<h3><strong>Why Are You Helping the Enemy You Want to Kill?<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>General Gouraud, who participated in the Dardanelles War and was seriously injured, is present at the opening ceremony of the foreigners&#8217; monument in \u00c7anakkale.  At the end of the ceremony, the French General said that he wanted to visit the Turkish soldier monuments.  The general, together with his companions, arrived in front of a 3-meter-long pile of stones named Mehmet Sergeant on Ar\u0131burnu Hill.  The general bows with great respect in front of the grave of this Turkish soldier, who lost part of his leg and arm and fought.  Realizing that the curious glances were directed towards him, the General said the following words;<\/p>\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"900\" height=\"628\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1662\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/6-3.jpg\" data-lazy- title=\"\"><noscript><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"900\" height=\"628\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/6-3.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1662\" title=\"\"><\/noscript><\/figure>\n<p><em>\u201cOne morning, with the first light of day, the war had started again.  The Turks were very, very skilled at war.  It was impossible to deal with them.  Our bayonet fight continued at intervals until late in the evening.  When it got dark, we made a deal with the Turks.  We would tour the battlefield and bring the wounded to the field.  I also joined them.  A Mehmet\u00e7ik was bandaging the wounded soldier&#8217;s wound by tearing his own shirt to treat the wounded in his lap.  In the dark of the evening, I was in front of a painting that would not come out of the brush of the painter.  The Turkish soldier in this painting, which I watched for a long time, was pressing the soil he had taken from the ground with his hand on his own wounds.  For the wounded in his lap, he was busy tearing a piece of his shirt.  Gentlemen, do you know who was the wounded in the lap of this heroic nobleman, who threw soil on his own wound and tore his shirt to the one in his lap?\u201d  It was a French soldier in the arms of a Turkish soldier, sir!  A French soldier!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>That Turkish soldier <em>&#8220;Why are you helping the enemy you want to kill?&#8221; <\/em>When asked, he replied: When this French soldier was wounded, he took a picture of an old woman from his pocket and said something.  I don&#8217;t understand, but it must have been his mother.  I have no one.  I wanted him to escape and return to his mother!<\/p>\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"634\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1660\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/7-4-1024x634.jpg\" data-lazy- title=\"\"><noscript><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"634\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/7-4-1024x634.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1660\" title=\"\"><\/noscript><\/figure>\n<h3><strong>I Wish You Don&#8217;t Cry Out Loud<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>Zahit First Lieutenant, 34 years old, was martyred on January 8, 1916, when a landmine exploded in the bloody battle on the &#8220;Martyrs&#8217; Hill&#8221; in Kereviz Dere.  After the lieutenant&#8217;s death, an envelope of letters and a small bundle of hair were found in his pocket.  This bundle is the hair of her baby named Nadide.<\/p>\n<p>In the letter that came out of his pocket, he wrote the following words:<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cTo my wife Hanife, daughter of Ahmet Efendi, from K\u0131l\u0131\u00e7 Mahmutbey Village of P\u0131narba\u015f\u0131 District;<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I am a complete soldier, as well as an honorable soldier, both by myself and by my profession.  Because I am a soldier, it may be whether to go or not, to come and not find what I left.  It cannot be denied that such situations can occur in the human world.  Writing that will does not mean dying immediately.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>divine destiny;  Although I did not know you and you did not know me, he gave us to each other from distant lands.  Our marriage was performed according to the command of Allah and the understanding of the prophet.  I tried to make a living as long as we lived.  If I am a martyr for my country, Almighty Allah will surely unite our souls.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>In such a case, I appoint you as my proxy to receive your mihri tax (compensation for your share) from my existing belongings and movable properties.  If it&#8217;s not enough, I&#8217;m sure you&#8217;ll be right and won&#8217;t put me in debt.  He asks you not to break the promises we made to each other, and I hope.  It is up to your conscience to make my soul read a mawlid.  I don&#8217;t want anything else for myself.  Martyrdom is enough for me.  After receiving this will of mine, I wish you not to cry out loud.  May God be with you.<\/em><\/p>\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1663\" width=\"838\" height=\"711\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/3-3.jpg\" data-lazy- title=\"\"><noscript><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/kasifiz.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/3-3.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1663\" width=\"838\" height=\"711\" title=\"\"><\/noscript><\/figure>\n<p><h5>Share<\/h5>\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Although the \u00c7anakkale Front is one of the fronts in the First World War, it has left important traces in Turkish culture and history compared to the wars on other fronts. The foundations of the Turkish Republic were laid on the \u00c7anakkale Front. There are countless stories and letters written during the war years. 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