They did, in the end, win. And this is rubbing the Brit's nose in it, anyway. As John (Not The Armorer) noted in a comment to my ANZAC Day Dawn Service post, I neglected to mention another Gallipoli vet that resides at Castle Argghhh!. The Frankenfauser. One day in October, 1914, just as the War to End War was shifting from a war of maneuver to the horror of the trenches that was to be its hallmark, an armourer of the Queen's Own Dorsetshire Yeomanry put away his punch set, picked up his...