On 19th February, 1942 real war came to Australia when two air raids by Japanese carrier based aircraft wrecked the town and the adjacent army and RAAF bases.
The first inkling that anybody in Australia had that something was about to occur was at 9.30am on Bathurst Island, about 80kms NE of Darwin. When the missionaries and islanders saw a huge formation of aircraft at high altitude. The mission was headed by Father John McGrath who also acted as a volunteer coastwatcher.
The mission was equipped with a radio transceiver linked to the AWA Darwin Coastal Station under call sign VID. AWA ran many aeradio stations under contract to the Department of Civil Aviation with range all over Australia and as far as Portuguese Timor.
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The Adelaide River Stakes is the name given to the mass exodus of people prior to and following the Japanese air-raid in Darwin on 19th February, 1942. Thanks mainly to an ill-informed statement by a former Governor General, Paul Hasluck, that it is a story full of shame for our national persona, but it is a myth.
The truth is that with much closer examination it was anything but a shameful episode in our most serious year of peril. The propaganda disseminated by the government of the day was based on inadequate information, over-the-top censorship and a failure to take the population into its confidence.
The faults lie with a succession of failed civilian and military administrations which, like the behaviour of most politicians, was a deliberate trail of cover-ups and refusal to admit fault.
The raid on Pearl Harbour failed to catch the US carrier force which was still at sea. It also failed to destroy the oil storage facilities that would have crippled any ability to send a pursuing force.
The Japanese strategists knew that the obvious place for an American fight back to be based was Australia. It rapidly consumed the Dutch East Indies and the island of New Britain which was part of the PNG mandated territory awarded to Australia by the League of Nations.
On 10th December, 1941 the tactics conceived by Yamamato and Nagano were again proved correct when Japanese aircraft sank the British battleships Prince of Wales and Repulse off the coast of Malaya.
At the same time Guam was captured from the Americans.
The Adelaide River Stakes is the name given to the mass exodus of people prior to and following the Japanese air-raid in Darwin on 19th February, 1942.
Thanks mainly to an ill-informed statement by a former Governor General, Paul Hasluck, that it is a story full of shame for our national persona, but it is a myth.
The truth is that with much closer examination it was anything but a shameful episode in our most serious year of peril.
The propaganda disseminated by the government of the day was based on inadequate information, over-the-top censorship and a failure to take the population into its confidence.
The faults lie with a succession of failed civilian and military administrations which, like the behaviour of most politicians, was a deliberate trail of cover-ups and refusal to admit fault.
This is a story that might seem to be long winded to focus on a single event in 1942 but in order to correct the imbalance that persists, even today, in the interests of completeness it is necessary to look back to the source of Japan’s belligerence in WW2. It is a long story that will appear in several episodes.
For weeks, something strange was happening in our little corner of the internet.
It wasn’t Redhead adjusting someone’s economic theory. It wasn’t a spirited debate over meat pies versus lamingtons. It wasn’t even one of those mornings when some of you arrive a bit grumpy because the world has done something silly again.
No.
We were being hammered.
Not by readers.Not by critics.Not by angry grandstand gurus.
But by machines.
Apparently, while we were chatting about life, liberty, common sense and the proper thickness of gravy, an army of aggressive bots and crawlers decided our humble blog was the most fascinating place on earth.
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'So we marched into the sea and when we got out to about waist level they then machine gunned from behind."
The words of the sole survivor of the horrific massacre of Radji Beach on Banka Island off the coast of Sumatra.
On 16 February 1942, Japanese soldiers machine-gunned 22 Australian World War II Army nurses and killed 60 soldiers and crew members from 2 sunken ships.
From the 22 Nurses shot on that day, there was only one sole survivor, Sister Vivian Bullwinkel.
Valentine's Day. The time of year when love is in the air, and florists start seeing dollar signs. But have you ever stopped to wonder how this holiday of hearts, flowers, and overpriced chocolates came to be?
Legend has it that Valentine's Day traces its roots back to ancient Rome. There are a couple of different origin stories floating around, but one involves a Christian martyr named St. Valentine who was executed by Emperor Claudius II for secretly marrying couples against his decree.
Another tale suggests that Valentine was a rebel saint who defied the Emperor's orders and continued to perform marriages in secret because, well, love conquers all.
St. Valentine, the mysterious figure at the heart of Valentine's Day, has captured the imagination of romantics and historians alike. While the details of his life are shrouded in mystery and legend, his legacy as the patron saint of love and affection has endured through the ages.
Read more: Valentines Day - Not Exactly What It Says on the Box
Clipped Wings and Red Feathers
By Roderick (“Whiskers”) McNibble, Rat Correspondent-in-Chief, Dusty Gulch
What a shock for you, my dear readers. The Dusty Gulch Gazette was taken over by Prentis Penjani and his thugs.
Dusty Gulch was supposed to be quiet this morning. After all, Prentis Penjani had taken over control of the Dusty Gulch Gazette and I was no longer Editor in Chief.
I was back in my abandoned wombat hole, broadcasting on my old sink spanner satellite... and Mayor, Dusty McFookit, was under house arrest.
How did it happen? You may well ask.
But the big question is Why did it happen.
Read more: When Wings Are Clipped, the Birds Still Remember to Fly
The Fall of Singapore on 15 February 1942 was more than just a military catastrophe - it was the shattering of an empire’s illusion of invincibility. As British defenses crumbled and Japanese forces swept through the city, a different kind of courage emerged from the chaos.
Amid the bombs, fires, and screams of the wounded, Australian army nurses upheld a duty that was more than just medical...it was an act of old-fashioned patriotism, a selfless devotion to country and comrades. Refusing to abandon their patients, they worked tirelessly in makeshift hospitals, tending to the broken and dying, even as enemy forces closed in.
Some, like those aboard the doomed Vyner Brooke, met brutal deaths at the hands of their captors, while others, like the six nurses on the Wah Sui, barely escaped with their lives.
Their actions embodied a time when duty to nation and fellow man was not just expected, but instinctive - when the call to serve was answered not with hesitation, but with unwavering resolve. Every man and woman, soldier and nurse, deserves to be remembered. And honoured.
When someone comes along and shatters the illusions of the grandeur of the ruling classes, things can get ugly. Someone brave enough to restore clarity of vision and thought is an enemy to the kings of deception.
In the enchanted land of Veritas, mirrors were once sacred. They reflected the truth, allowing people to see themselves as they truly were. Some gazed into them to understand their past, others to chart their future, and many simply to admire or improve what they saw. But all that changed when King Ordain, fearing the power of reflection, decreed that all mirrors be placed under his control.
"A man who sees himself too clearly may question his place in the kingdom," the king proclaimed. "And we cannot have that, can we?"
Read more: A Tale of Truth v Censorship - The Kingdom of Reflections
In the Shadows, Millions Stand: Unsung Heroes Who Answer Duty Without Fame
Earlier today, we were talking about a film – the 1969 classic The Magic Christian.
Released at the height of cultural upheaval, it is a dark satire that exposes how easily money corrodes principles. Its central joke is brutally simple: offer enough cash, and almost anyone will abandon dignity, loyalty, or belief. The film isn’t about wealth itself, but about what happens when money becomes the point.
Just think our article about " The Devil's Advocate " a few days ago.
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