Category: General Musings

My alma mater Albany High School is in the news courtesy of a teenager who had the fortitude to touch a whale and slither up on its back for half a minute. The whale huggers of the world have united in condemnation resulting in his mother feeling obliged to offer excuses. Ignore the whale huggers Mum, your boy should be able to dine out on that for years and I bet he is already a bit of a hero at Albany High. The so called infringement happened at Middleton Beach where I spent my awkward teenage years coming to grips (all to seldom) with members of the opposite sex. His crime?

Harassing protected species is an offence under the Wildlife Conservation Act. The maximum penalty is $10,000. The exclusion zone around whales is 100m for boats, surfers and people on kayaks.

I’m sure the multi ton whale felt harassed by the 57 kilo teenager. UPDATE: Someone suggested he should have said he was a Greenie and just giving the whale a hug.

150 mm (nearly 6 inches for metric disadvantaged readers) and it’s still raining but promising to ease. Lost power from 5:30 when the house was flooded through to 11:30. At 5:30 the water was 2-3 inches above the flood water grates…raining too hard to get away. Just love it in the tropics. I come from Albany, WA where it can be miserably cold and drizzling for two weeks all for half an inch of rain. I reckon if it’s going to rain then lets get it out of the way. Dams full…tanks full…house washed – great stuff.

Over at The Punch Ross Neilson of Neilson Polls has a go at the Commonwealth Games saying they should be canned. He gets some well deserved flack in the comments but I must admit that I haven’t watched much of the Games on TV myself. To me, events like this are all about flogging the Poms and as we are currently doing exactly that in spades, as witness by the graphic below, then I only need to check in every now and then for some moral-boosting gloating. Well done guys and gals – you do your country proud.

World War 1 had just finished and the family were still mourning their dead. Manned flight had been a possibility for a mere thirteen years and William Morris Hughes was the Prime minister. Born into a pioneering family in Pemberton, Western Australia on 28 November, 1919 was one Phyllis May Guppy, my mother. Mum’s father and Grandfather built the first timber mills in the town and her father, John Luther Guppy, went on to become the champion tree feller of the state. She Left school by 1931 and helped on the farm milking cows, by hand, morning and night. Other duties including looking after younger siblings (10 kids altogether) and helping her father in the vegetable garden. In the mid 30s, at only 16 years of age, she went to the Gold fields in Kalgoorlie looking for work. Employed as a waitress in a boarding house she met and married Leslie Albert Gillett, a miner, on 1 May 1939. Dad was a Naval Reserve Rating and in the same year he was married he answered the bugle call leaving Mum at home with first one daughter born in 1940 and then another in 1942 while he served in the Royal Australian Navy. He was drafted to HMAS Sydney and in November 1941 was sent to the Flinders Naval Hospital for treatment from problems associated with his last voyage to Singapore on convoy protection duties. The next day the Sydney sailed without him and sunk with all hands. The memories of that lucky escape and the tragic loss of all of his mates stayed with him for life as did his medical problems. After years of fighting the Repatriation Department he was granted a TPI pension in 1959. At one stage he was denied a pension because he actually owned a car. I remember it well as I played on it as a boy while it was up on blocks at the farm. A 1927 Chevy from memory, it only worked until it needed repair and as there wasn’t enough money to feed the family, there certainly wasn’t enough for car repairs. It did serve some purpose though as the goats fed on the seats and canvas. Trips to Hollywood Repat Hospital to try and treat his medical problems and regular fights with the bureacrats formed the basis of Mum and Dad’s struggle for survival and it was here that her strengths came to the fore. Left alone on a farm for months on end with now three children to feed, Mum opened a shop to try and bring money for food into the family. Working long hours under a Tilley lantern on the farm to have stock for the shop impacted on her health and subsequently ours as well. Fights with Repat took up a lot of her time as she fought for her man and his rights as a veteran. I would imagine that eventually Repat simply folded under her relentless attacks, although they did refuse the full pension for a long thirteen years. We moved to Albany to be nearer to doctors in 1959 and Mum’s fighting abilities came to fore again as she drove us to finish our education. Both Mum and Dad, although largely uneducated themselves, were both smart enough to recognize that a good education made all the difference. Looking after an increasingly sick husband and the demands of three kids to educate with limited funds brought out the “tight money manager” Mum. The move to Albany also produced another daughter, much loved and welcomed by us other siblings she brought some light into an otherwise difficult life. Being a child of the depression Mum had grown up in a virtually cashless society, not because of computers like today, but simply because there was hardly any spare cash around. When I sold her home about ten years ago all the light bulbs were 20 watts and the gas heater hadn’t been used since Dad had passed away. The year before I went to pay her electricity bill and the guy behind the counter said “Pay for three months – don’t be mean! On her average usage it’ll only cost you $60!” She is a prolific writer, intelligent but condemned to leave school early during the Depression, she nonetheless could communicate beautifully. She wrote mostly about the Karri forests where she grew up, her early life on the farm, her childhood and her children. Her books, mostly poetry, are in all the libraries and schools in the South West of Western Australia. She still gathers like minded people about her in her mature years. You would be amazed at the backgrounds of the elderly in the Nursing Home where she now lives. Afternoon teas at the home produce a bevy of the enlightened and professional. Published and/or successful Artists, Painters, Marine Engineers, Businessmen, successful farmers and Marine Captains to mention a few of her friends I’ve met over the years. As an aside, if you visit an “old Folks” home be careful of expressing your own perceived self importance. The old guy in the wheelchair may have a PHD in your field and the old woman in a Zimmer frame may be an accomplished author. I spoke to Mum this morning. “Had an angina attack last week but feeling better now – in fact for a woman 90 years and six months old I feel pretty good.” Well, in that case, so do I.

I’ll be giving this address at the National Memorial Walk in Enoggera Barracks this morning at the Dawn Service. Good Morning – we are gathered here today to commemorate those who have gone before us – those who have paid the supreme sacrifice in service to Australia. As a nation we have been gathering on this morning for a very long time – in fact for the past 87 years as we remember the men of Gallipoli and events that happened ninety five years ago. We also commemorate events subsequent to Gallipoli and are reminded that in many places across the world, Afghanistan included, we have troops in danger. Where and when did the custom of Dawn Service begin? Reverend White was serving as one of the padres of the earliest ANZAC’s to leave Australia with the First AIF in November 1914. The convoy was assembled in the Princess Royal Harbour and King George Sound at Albany WA, my homeport. Before embarkation, at four in the morning, he conducted a service for all the men of the battalion. When White returned to Australia in 1919, he was appointed relieving Rector of the St John’s Church in Albany. It was a strange coincidence that the starting point of the AIF convoys should now become his parish. No doubt it must have been the memory of his first Dawn Service those many years earlier and his experiences overseas, combined with the awesome cost of lives and injuries, which inspired him to honour permanently the valiant men (both living and the dead) who had joined the fight for the allied cause. “Albany”, he is later quoted to have said, “was the last sight of land these ANZAC troops saw when leaving Australian shores and some of them never returned. We should hold a service (here) at the first light of dawn each ANZAC Day to commemorate them.” Thus on ANZAC Day 1923, 87 years ago this morning, he came to hold the first Commemorative Dawn Service. As the sun was rising, a man in a small dinghy cast a wreath into King George Sound while White, with a band of about 20 men gathered around him on the summit of nearby Mount Clarence, silently watched the wreath floating out to sea. He then quietly recited the words:

“As the sun rises and goeth down, we will remember them”.

All present were deeply moved and news of the Ceremony soon spread throughout the country; and the various Returned Service Communities Australia wide emulated the Ceremony. Almost paradoxically, in a cemetery outside the town of Herbert Queensland one grave stands out by its simplicity. It is covered by protective white- washed concrete slab with a plain cement cross at its top end. No epitaph recalls even the name of the deceased. The Inscription on the cross is a mere two words – “A Priest” It is the last resting place of Reverend White. In that original convoy were local Queensland boys from the 9th Battalion, 1st AIF. Their good name, Battle Honours and subsequent deeds are held in trust today by the 9th Battalion, The Royal Queensland Regiment. It is fitting that we in Queensland place due importance on our local lads for not only are they among us in spirit and with their descendants but they were the very first ANZACs ashore at Gallipoli on that terrible morning ninety five years ago. If the 9th Battalion was first ashore as a unit then we may well ask who amongst the 9th battalion boys was first ashore We can never know for certain. C. E. W. Bean, official historian, concluded it was probably a Platoon Commander, Lieutenant Duncan Chapman, 9th Battalion. The Queenslander wrote home:

‘I happened to be in the first boat that reached the shore, and, being in the bow at the time, I was the first man to get ashore.’

One of his men later confirmed this. Chapman was killed at Pozieres, France on 6 August 1916. Bean, Chapman and the guy in the boat have been generally accepted as correct and 33 years ago today, as a young subaltern, I stood at the bar of 9th Battalion, The Royal Queensland Regiment, and heard it from the horse’s mouth . I spoke to two other men who were in Chapman’s boat and they backed the claim. Jim Bostock and Bill Clever were both in their mid to late seventies and were discussing who among them was the first ashore after Chapman . These two old soldiers, both taller than me, one with a DCM, and one, a Pl Sergeant to Chapman, drank schooners with rum chasers . Discretion became the better part of valour and I declined the rum and undertook not to mention Vietnam…..not ever…..at least not while I was in their company. How could I – I was literally standing between two pages of sacred military history – I could only be a listener, a bystander. Neither was I as tough as some of the younger ANZACs

Pte Gray came to the Regimental Doctor saying that he had received a wound at the Landing and, though he had been to hospital, it was again giving a little trouble. He had endeavoured to “carry on,” but had at last been forced to see if the doctor could advise a little treatment. The medical officer found that he had had a compound fracture of the arm, two bullets through his thigh, another through diaphragm, liver and side; and that there were adhesions to the liver and pleura. He was returned at once to Australia, where he was eventually discharged from hospital and, re-enlisting, returned to the front in the artillery.

In today’s climate there are many historians who with the ink fresh on their BA (Whatever) degree, rested from years at school and in an air conditioned office write of the Myth of Gallipoli. They write of the folly of the landing, the abilities of the British Commanders and the fact that we were fighting for another power and not our own sovereignty. And they totally miss the point. It is not always about winning; It is not always about the commanders; but it is always about the men..their courage…their mate ship…their lives……their sacrifice. If we follow our Queenslanders; on this morning 95 years ago 1,100 1st/9th soldiers landed at Gallipoli. In that famous first boat, along with LT Duncan Chapman was the CO Col Lee, Major Robertson, Major Salisbury, Captain Ryder, The Regimental Medical Officer Dr Butler , the aforementioned Jim Bostock and Bill Clever and others whose names history has misplaced. The doctor was Kilcoy born and Ipswich grammar educated and he had lost some of his stretcher bearers in the deadly fire of the first couple of minutes and in Clarrie Wrenches book “Campaigning with the fighting Ninth” it is said that this fact made the doctor very angry.

So angry that he yelled “Come on men we must take that gun” and started climbing the cliff with his revolver in hand. Soldiers followed, the gun was spiked…….the Turks bayoneted. This is the RMO we are talking about. The doctors assault force dashed from the disabled gun to the next trench, the line growing stronger as the troops caught up with the rampaging medico. “On and on we went up the cliff to the summit where we had to pause “for sheer want of breath” Looking below we saw the British ships shelling the Turkish positions, while the Turks replied by shrapnel over the landing place. Boat after boat was smashed under our eyes and the occupants mangled or drowned The sight maddened us; “on Queenslanders” came the cry and with bayonets fixed we rushed for the Turkish position. Then we saw the enemy coming up in force. Taking advantage of every bit of cover available, we emptied our magazines into them again and again. The Turks fell like leaves but still more come. Men dropped and our numbers began to weaken. Where are the others? Have we come too far? were questions in the minds of all

I don’t know about you but if that had been my first 30 minutes at war my reply to the first question would have been a resounding YES After these first heady hours Dr Butler dusted off his Hypocratical oath and over the next five days treated or interred 515 Queenslanders. In the lottery of life and death that was Gallipoli this figure was second only to the 7th for casualties at Gallipoli. Not surprisingly the good doctor was awarded the DSO and a couple of MIDs The 1st/9th went on to earn the following battle honours that generally read like the chapter headings of the official military history of the Australian Army in WW1 Landing at Anzac, Anzac, Defence of Anzac, Suvla, Sari Bair, Gallipoli 1915, Egypt 1915-16, Somme 1916-18, Pozieres, Bullecourt, Ypres 1917, Menin Road, Broodeseinde, Polygon Wood, Poelcappelle, Passchendaele, Lys, Hazebrouck, Amiens, Albert 1918, Hindenburg Line, Epehy, France and Flanders 1916-18 I have stood in the mess at Kelvin Grove and talked with the original Anzacs as they looked at the colours and described how they were won……..how their small contribution mattered……..how their mates are still there. It will stay with me forever! Over all, had our erudite scholar penning books on the myths of the 1st AIF followed the Queenslanders at Gallipoli and then on to the Western Front he may have had occasion to pause at the gravesides of 1,022 of their soldiers. They also suffered 2,093 wounded and 329 gassed leaving them with a terrible total of 3.453 battle casualties! One battalion…….Some myth To place these figures in perspective; this one battalion, the 9th Battalion, the 1st AIF, our local Queenslanders, suffered twice the number killed and almost the same number wounded as the entire ADF involvement in South Vietnam That’s no myth Today we will hear the traditional Ode from Laurence Binyon’s poem” To the Fallen” more than once, but a piece of verse that stuck in my mind over the years of remembering and commemorating was this verse by A.E.Houseman

Here dead lie we because we did not choose To live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; But young men think it is, ……………………………..and we were young.

Lest we forget

My pet Labrador Chloe has made a mess of Easter for those young at heart who wait in frenzied impatience for the Easter Bunny to provide the Easter eggs but they should get over the bunny like they should get over the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus. Except my kids and their kids, of course! Not having been brought up in the faith, to me, Good Friday is simply a day without a kick start from The Australian. I have to plan for the paperless purgatory and have just gone down to my favourite book store and made a couple of purchases to get me through the day. This conflicts with my wife’s “what Kevin should do over Easter” plan, but hey, If I bury my head into the books deep enough I wont get to hear about it. Have a good break and don’t watch any Robin Williams movies!

Lindsay Tanner talking about tomorrows Rudd vs Abbot debate at the Press Club

Finance Minister Lindsay Tanner implored yesterday: ”The question for journalists is: are they going to look at the flim-flam and the pyrotechnics, or are they going to actually look at the substance?”

Lindsay, you want to hope the journalists don’t actually look at the substance. In the total lack of anything approaching substance or data concerning Rudd’s health initiative then he could be shown up as full of flim-flam and pyrotechnics.

I want one. More here From Defense Tech via reader Bob

THE Australian Greens will introduce legislation that would stop Japanese whalers being allowed access to Australian services such as surveillance craft. In short, they want the Australian people to support an environmental terrorist. I’ve posted on the leader of the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society, Paul Watson before and from my reading can only class him as a dangerous enviro-whacker who should be behind bars. But that of course will never happen, particularly while we have people listening to the likes of Garret and Brown. Update: Well last night’s news went over a treat for the eco-terrorists. They managed to position their ‘Stealth Boat’ in such a manner as to make it impossible for the Jap trawler to miss it. The ensuing publicity will boost their coffers for another season particularly while the Government and the media are giving Watson uncritical TV exposure every chance they get. No one, and I mean no one in the government or media are questioning what the hell they are dong there risking life and limb and vessels at sea in what is basically a publicity stunt. Garret and Gillard are talking absolute rubbish. Gillard is even saying they, the Government, are going to seek legal advice on the hiring of planes to monitor the eco-terrorists. I’ll save the government money – it is completely legal for an entity to hire planes to monitor situations that, by experience, are dangerous to ships and crews going about a legal business. It’s not about whaling folks. It’s about publicity, fund raising and hatred of humans who eat sea or land creatures. The bastard should be in gaol, not on TV. Update II Ady Gil crewman tells of Japanese whaling vessel terror. Bloody Hippie freak. I hope you have nightmares and wet the bed well into your 60s from the terror caused by yourself and the crew.

My Wife, Daughter and self went to the movies last night and saw Avatar in 3D. I had read many critiques on the politics of the film but being a computer nut, I was keen to see the graphics in 3D. It was worth it but my first thoughts were Star Wars 7 Being a conservative and hater of all things Left I had to smile at several of the cliches used.  Fighting terrorism with terrorism was one that stood out as an ideologically insertion as no one was using terrorist tactics and the portrayal of the US military as evil versus the local indigenous Noble Savage Na’vi would warm the hearts of any Lefty.  All the trees and animals, including the Na’vi’,  enjoy access to a cache of neuronal connectors that emanate from their heads, that pass through their plaits or their extra appendages .  Mother Gaia writ large for the Greenies in the audience. An ideal world, they would think….. if only it was true on Earth. There are some that actually believe that is the case now…weird. Sigourney Weaver had a scene where she is giving instructions to Marine Jake Sully (Sam Worthington) as she settles him in a Avatar link machine. “Just empty your mind…that shouldn’t be hard to do!” Ha ha, that had the anti US/Military component of the audience giggling and nodding their heads wisely. Ah yes, the stupid soldier! But having said all the above it didn’t take me long to develop empathy with the locals and I enjoyed the final outcome. Some of that empathy could have come from the near naked delightful, athletic form of the women and the way animators had them moving but that could just be the limbic part of my brain gaining ascendancy for a moment. The Motion Capture, Virtual Camera, Digital 3D Fusion Camera System is going to be very hard to beat for years to come.  In an aside to my daughter I remarked I am so lucky to live in this age with computer graphics bringing to life computer generated actors, plants and animals that are so believable yet so removed from any known form. Our imagination is now the only limit on story telling. The film stands out as graphically extraordinary, particularly when viewed through 3D specs.  Reality invaded the theatre with animals and jelly fish like seeds from the Holy Tree causing me to duck to avoid them and the terrifying heights of floating mountains had me clinging to my seat lest I fall thousands of feet below.  Colour and shape of local flora and fauna was brilliant, often drawing me to just look and enjoy the scenery when the script became a bit hard to accept. Do yourself a favour, and go see but make sure it’s 3D. Ignore the political ideology and just go with the flow…you won’t be disappointed.