As 5:30am approaches, darkness descends upon the Cove. The upbeat atmosphere during the night is now somewhat sombre and the eerie silence is broken only by the sound of the waves lapping on the shore. A Karanga begins. The haunting sound of her voice rings out across the Cove and tears start to roll down my cheeks. 97 years ago in this very spot; thousands of men lost their lives and now thousands are remembering their sacrifices.
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