It is no surprise that in a British Army the Irish would be assigned to the most hopeless aspect of an invasion.  Gallipoli was no exception.  The Dublins and Munsters were ordered to land at ‘Beach V’, located at the very tip of the Gallipoli peninsula.  To call the effort unsuccessful would be a rude disregard for the insane audacity of the unwavering Irish.  The 2,500 troops packed in the River Clyde beached about 400 yards from the castle at Sedd-al-Bahr, the strongest of Turkish positions.  As Sir Ian Hamilton called it a, “death trap”, in the shallow waters approaching the shore were barbed wire entanglements.  In what is best described as an amphitheatre, there was little obstruction for the Turkish shrapnel and artillery. Almost entirely wiped out two of every three soldiers fell just after emerging from the River Clyde.  Regardless, the attack, which began on April 25, 1915 of Irish divisions, overcame and took the Turkish village.
            One of the new ‘Kitchener’s Armies’ a distinctly Irish division of Nationalist and Catholic sections, disregarding the 10th Hampshire Regiment, comprised the 10th Irish division.  On August 7, 1915, they would undergo their ‘baptisms of fire’ as it’s called, to capture the Anafarta Hills, north of the key position of Sari Bair.  The 10th division consisted of the 29th Brigade (5th Connaught Rangers, 6th Leinsters, 6th Irish Rifles, with the damn 10th Hampshires), the 30th Brigade (6th & 7th Dublin Fusiliers, 6th & 7th Munster Fusiliers), and 31st Brigade (5th & 6th Inniskilling Fusiliers, 5th & 6th Irish Fusiliers).  The later two Brigades were to take the height of Karakol Dagh and specifically Yilghin Burnu or Chocolate Hill.  This Chocolate Hill has alternatively been called Dublin Hill for the success at the end of their first day in battle. 

The 30th Brigade was split in two.  The 6th & 7th Munster Fusiliers landed on the north side of Suvla Bay, heading for Karakol Dagh, encountered the beach scattered with contact mines.  The other half landing south of Suvla Bay 6th & 7th Dublin Fusiliers, with the entire 31st Brigade, on the Niebrunesi Point, below the Lala Baba Hill.  Those of the southern portion who made the effort to cross the outer edge of the Salt Lake made a hell of a run.  There wasn’t any shelter not even a rock, and the Turks had the exact range.  Firing incessant rounds, shrapnel, and highly explosive rounds the troops were quickly split up and left to their own independent command. 
            Those who wound up at the foot of Chocolate Hill were dealt with hills and gullies, boulders everywhere, all overgrown trackless, with thick prickly scrub.  As the Irish fixed bayonets and charged the Turks were found cowering away.  Thus by 7:30pm Chocolate Hill was Dublin Hill.  Throughout the press the men were forbidden to stop and help the wounded.  After acquiring the hill, an even more difficult task was rationing water which limited as it was in the scorching heat, became reduced drastically.  To compound matters in the tropical heat, the rapidly decomposing bodies, lack of food, and unremitting flies brought the reality of war right to these fresh soldiers.
            A unique aspect in Gallipoli were the Turkish sharpshooters.  Hiding in trees, lying in the scrub thickets, down in the gullies, they consisted of peasant women, men clothed head to toe in leaves, and even wearing British soldier’s uniforms.  Typically they would wait for the advance to pass them by before sniping at the backs of the BEF. 
            The situation progressed slowly for the Irish, with the heavy and well directed artillery of the enemy, and grenades, which the British had not yet included in the soldiers supplies.  In the end the Irish incurred heavy casualties.  The famous D company led by Captain Pool Hickman and Captain Tobin had been almost entirely wiped out.  The effort proved to be desperate until the end of August.
            August 21st Suvla Bay received a large scale, multi-national British force.  An Australian watching those of the 7th Dublins advance open plain under Sari Bair stated, “while the English battalions crossed cautiously in a series of rushes – falling flat on their stomachs at each outburst of Turkish guns – the Dublins made there way at a run”.  Slow was torture for an Irishman, with their nature being impatient and ardent.
The operations had failed from the top down and the British withdrew in January 1916.  “It was a soldiers campaign in which the bayonet and man behind it counted for everything and the brains of the Generals, if indeed their were any, for nothing”.