Lest we forget.
I'm of an age where I've known two Anzacs, one a schoolteacher and one the grandfather of my first girlfriend, and had a passing acquaintance with a third. They all spoke of their respect for the Turks, and the privations both sides endured.
The schoolteacher was an amazing artist, and would illustrate his Anzac talks with detailed chalk drawings. The girlfriend's grandfather had a bullet crease across the top of his head, but seemed to have no physical or emotional problems. I'm sure I would have, having come that close.