In 1942, my late Uncle was a metallurgist in Papua New Guinea. At the height of WW2 , he was living in the jungles of one of the hotbeds of the conflict. Unable to serve in the War due to being deaf ( years of working in a goldmine in New Zealand) he served in his own way by doing his bit and carrying on.
I always remember with great excitement going down to Mechanic's Bay in Auckland where a big Flying boat was due to land on the water. We were there because my mother's brother was due to arrive back from the war torn area of New Guinea . He was a metallurgist , and had walked out of the jungle with others to safety.
It is so sad that we have forgotten some of the really terrifying things some of our relations have gone through. Not just our servicemen but civilians that worked in places that we couldn't even imagine.
Some years ago, Shaydee and I went through some family archives I think you might call them that . Pieces of paper and so often sent to the bin. My late husband spotted it and rescued it. Had he not looked and said " This is worth saving. " it might have been lost forever.
That is how we stumbled on this . I have to wonder how many more things like this lie buried in a box of memories?
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We seem to have an outbreak of mental health issues throughout the world. Yelling “allah hu akbar “ is not terrorism, apparently it is a mental health issue. Running in to a shopping centre and stabbing women and babies is not an act of terrorism - it is a terrifying act, but not an act of terrorism. Apparently there is a difference. {sarc}
People murdering others, massacres carried out – mental health issues.
There are people whose brains have been addled by drugs and they have mental health issues. Or addled by religious zealous or fanatical indoctrination. Or addled by greed and the desire for power.
Which makes me wonder if it is time to re open the asylums and get those pesky people who commit terrifying acts ( not acts of terrorism you understand - heaven forbid) off the streets and into the asylum that they seek so much? Because it seems to me that we are turning our nations into gigantic open air mental asylums and we, the citizens and taxpayers, are funding terror.
In our homes, our streets, our shopping centres and our places of worship.
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Imagine this:
It is the 25th April, and a German man and his wife from Munich are taking a motoring holiday to the South of France. They pass through the northern French city of Amiens.
They observe much gaiety among the populace and are wondering what it is all about.
They pass through the city and 15 km down the road they approach a small town.
On the outskirts, they pass a cemetery which has a sign “Adelaide Cemetery”.
Says the man, " that is not a French name. What does it mean? "
It was about 30 years ago when I was living in a tiny town in the Channel Country. I was married to the local copper. We had only arrived in the town of 30 residents a few weeks before..... we still didn't have a handle on how to " fit in " with this isolated and unusual community of people.
We were coasties: people who came from a far distant place that never knew about things like kangaroo shooters, feral pigs and opal mining.
In fact, in those days, I knew nothing about life in the Australian Outback. All I knew was that my husband was a policeman and he had applied to become an officer serving a remote community in one of the most extreme places in Australia. Where walking across the road could make you collapse from heatstroke.
I was in for a rude awakening. A baptism of fire. Literally. It was high summer and the heat was extraordinary.
Many years ago, about half a century in fact, I played netball with my friend Mary.
She was my best friend and a nicer, sweeter girl you would never meet. We played netball in our primary school team.
In spite of her goodness, she was a lousy netball player. It would not have mattered if she was nice, or not nice. The fact that she was pretty hopeless at netball was indisputable.
So you may well be asking: why is Shaydee writing about a game of netball in these troubled times? Surely we have more important things to consider right now?
And yes, you would be right. So here is the story about a game of netball and how it still resonates all these decades later.
Some time ago, I watched a fascinating documentary about the history of tanks.
I did not know that they were originally to be called landships, because they were modeled on the early warships used by naval forces around the world. But allies felt that the name would give an hostile WWI Germany a hint of what was being planned, so the name tank was coined.
Because it looked somewhat like an old water tank.
From their humble beginnings in the early 20th century to the sophisticated armored behemoths of today, tanks have evolved significantly, shaping military strategies and battles along the way.
The concept of armoured vehicles dates back to ancient times, but it wasn't until World War I that the modern tank was born. In 1916, the British unveiled the Mark I tank, a tracked, armoured vehicle designed to break through enemy lines and traverse difficult terrain. These early tanks were primitive by today's standards, with rudimentary armour and limited mobility, but they represented a revolutionary leap in military technology.
Certain battles stand out not just for their strategic significance, but also for the profound human cost they exacted.
The Battle of Fromelles, fought during World War I, is one such chapter.
It took place on July 19–20, 1916, in the Nord-Pas-de-Calais region of France. It was part of the wider Somme Offensive, a British and French joint operation aimed at breaking the stalemate of trench warfare on the Western Front.
It was planned to stop the Germans from reinforcing their unit on the Somme, where the Allies had launched a major offensive earlier that month. The feint was unsuccessful. The attack was a disaster for the British and among the worst 24 hours in Australian military history.
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When I was young (many decades ago) we lived on a small family farm at Wheatvale near Warwick on the Darling Downs in Queensland, Australia.
Our lifestyle was close to the organic self-sufficient nirvana that today's green zealots babble on about - we produced much of what we needed and needed most of what we produced, using mainly solar power plus a bit of hydrocarbon and wind energy.
But life was no picnic.
Our farm supported our family of four, 30 dairy cows, one bull, eight draught horses, two stock horses, a cattle dog, two cats, two ponies, plus a few pigs, calves and chooks and, at times, a returned service Uncle recovering from the malaria he caught during the war in Papua New Guinea.
One thousand and twenty-one submissions to the Covid-19 Response Enquiry, out of the two thousand and ninety, declined to permit the author’s name to be published.
That’s 49%. Overall, 49% of those people moved enough to make a submission felt disinclined to put their name to their submission.
What a sorry state of affairs. When only half the submitters are confident enough to sign their name for all to see, something is rotten in the states and territories of Australia. Why don’t people put their name to their opinions?
Fear of being cancelled? Fear of losing your job? Fear of retribution? Fear of an awkward conversation over the back fence?
More worrying is that of 26 million, give or take a daily planeload more, only 2,000 bothered to write about the catastrophe of the last 4 years.
That’s 0.008%. Or in technical mathematical language, bugger all.
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