The men were huddled in lifeboats. Some prayed that their legs would work. Some smiled to show they weren't scared. They peered into the darkness ahead and saw nothing. Then, the dark shape of a man standing on a hill. A shout from the shore. A single shot rang out and a bullet hissed overhead. The Gallipoli campaign had begun. Anzac soldiers fought on Turkish soil nearly a century ago. So why do we still care about what happened there? Why do we celebrate a battle lost?