In the closing stages of WW2 the Australian Army was given a role that offended the higher echelons of the defense forces.
While MacArthur and Nimitz were doing their island hopping towards the Japan, the Australian forces were given the task of mopping up areas already by-passed. This angered the likes of Blamey who saw it as a deliberate snub to Australia by not including them in the inevitable defeat of Japan.
I reject that notion completely.
Read more: Headhunters and Heroes - Silent Heroes of World War II
My father's small failed mission and its members will never be mentioned anywhere.
Just blips in history.
Z Special Unit His small group 'Platypus VII' of four " Commandos" sent off in a botched raid at almost the end of the War, to help with an invasion that was mostly for vanity whether for Australia's or for General MacArthur's benefit I'm not sure.
The Japanese in Borneo in July 45 should have been a 'mopping up' operation rather than an invasion from what I've read. The US had broken their fighting forces in the Pacific and sent most back to Japan, where the possibility of a long, difficult fight still looked very likely, before the Atomic bomb was dropped.
I joined the Army as a conscript in 1953 during the Korean War. In those days conscription was compulsory, no exemptions, when boys turned 18. I was in the 3rd intake and went to Puckapunyal. I was a corporal in the 15th National Service Training Battalion. I was not a reluctant conscript. I had been a sergeant in the school cadets and liked the life.
After completing the initial 98 day stretch in camp one was then assigned to a CMF (Citizens Military Forces) unit for another two years.
Black holes, time warps and wormholes may be understood only by physicists, but they exist in everyday life. As I become older, my encounters are on the increase. I fear I may eventually be swallowed up.
An actual black hole is formed when a star collapses at the end of its life, and gravity is so strong that everything around is sucked in and nothing can escape, even light. The nearest one known to astronomers is 1500 light years away, which means that it takes light travelling at 300,000 kilometres per second 1500 years to reach us. They are however around us.
A common occurrence is that which I refer to as the " Shopping Hole. "
Another 26th of January is on our doorstep. Only a few more sleeps before we gather our daggy thongs, ( not from Woolies, of course) search out the shorts with the flag plastered all over them and order in a few slabs, a keg or 3 and assemble around the barbie at the appointed hour ( normally around 11 am ) to tell a few mate jokes and have one too many.
We'll dust off the cricket bat and ball while the missus makes the salads and the kids are reminded that beer always lives in the bathtub on Australia Day.
" Oi ! Get your Dad a beer! " will resonate around this great dusty island and we will pull each other's leg and tell jokes about who had a convict in their ancestry.
Will this happen this year?
For over 100 years our country’s economy was wrought from gold.
The gold that was mined from the ground and the gold that came from the golden fleeces of our unique strains of merino sheep. The common expression was that Australia rode on the sheep’s back.
John Macarthur is rightly credited as being the father of the wool industry in Australia but he was not the one who introduced them. That honour goes to Governor Hunter and closely followed by Governor Macquarie.
Two naval officers, Capt. Henry Waterhouse and Lieut. William Kent were ordered by Governor Hunter to bring the first merino sheep to Australia.
The sheep had come from a flock originally given by King Carlos III of Spain to Prince William V of Orange. In 1789 Prince William sent two rams and four ewes to the warmer climate of the Dutch colony at the Cape of Good Hope under the care of Col. Robert Gordon. In 1791, Gordon returned the original breeding animals to the Netherlands but kept the offspring.
It has been nearly three weeks since I was last outside my four walls. Too long since I last entered a store or saw another human being, except for delivery people dropping off food or the building manager dropping off a wheelie bin for my rubbish twice a week. Why the maggots in the lead image?
Well, soon it will become clear.
Today, I managed to stumble, hobble, limp and with grim determination, make it to the community bin area to drop my bag of household waste. A bag chockers with discarded convenience meal packaging and never have I been so delighted to make it to the bin.
I am not a fan of maggots. Let us be clear on that from the outset. Horrible little squirmy things. Writhing and thriving. .
I do not care who tells me that they are full of protein, I am not eating one.
Yet, they are both fascinating and repulsive. Lifesaving and yet destructive. It all comes down to what kind of maggot they are.
Yet, the bottom line is that they feed, breed and feast. Upon death. Or upon life. Depending upon what kind of maggot they are.
These days, we are surrounded by maggots. Breeding in our cities, our countries, our everyday.
" A 3-metre wall of water came without warning, tearing through Toowoomba — Queensland’s largest inland city — when rain of “biblical proportions” fell on already soaked earth after months of record-breaking falls across the state "The inland tsunami swept through Toowoomba, washing away cars, damaging buildings, picking up tanks, and thrusting people into the torrent. "
I will never forget the day. It had been raining in Toowoomba. It had been raining across much of Queensland and everywhere was soggy. The rain had been falling steadily all over the state and I had no idea just how bad things were about to get.
I was at an appointment with a client. Just after lunch.
It was coming down more heavily than previously. It got heavier and heavier.
I called an abrupt end to the meeting and decided to head home "just to be on the safe side. "
Read more: The Flood We Must Never Forget - 10th January 2011
Let's face it, they have more brains than the mugs in Canberra.
It seems that the townies have lost the plot and it's time for the boys from the scrub in the outback towns to come in and sort this mess out.
It is a fiasco.
I think the people in the cities have taken control over a situation that they do not understand.
Let's face it, if we keep this rubbish up, we won't have a country.
Read more: Are The Boys from the Bush our Hope of Restoring our Once Great Nation?
In the 1889-1892 pandemic, the Russian or Asiatic Flu killed more than 1,000,000 people worldwide, and today is thought to have been caused by human coronavirus OC43, so WuFlu is nothing new.
Entire cities throughout Europe shut down, including postal services, banks and trains.
Even the Courts were closed, but unlike today Zoom was not available. Death was rife in London, Paris, Vienna and Berlin. Members of royalty died, including Queen Victoria’s grandson Prince Albert Victor aged 28, who was second in line to the English throne.
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