Editor’s Note: Vietnam Veteran’s Day is the 18th of August, but services this year are today, Sunday the 15th. So we post this article by Mal today.
by Malcolm R. Hughes
Australian Vietnam Day is once again coming up. It is celebrated on August 18 each year, usually at a State war memorial. We veterans are getting old. I thought I should make a memoir of my experience.
I arrived in Vietnam 22 April 1967 after jungle training at Holsworthy Army Base near Sydney. This was under the guidance of 1 Battalion Royal Australian Regiment, which had just returned from its first tour of 12 months during 1966. 2 Transport Platoon/ 5 Company Royal Australian Army Service Corps was divided into two parts for the flights to Vietnam. I was in the “advance party”; the other half arrived in May.
We were flown by Hercules aircraft from Darwin RAAF Base directly to Vung Tau military airport in Vietnam. Not the most comfortable of flights as the seating was webbing seats of 4 rows along the length of aircraft. Two rows back-to-back down centre and the other two facing the centre row. These planes were loaded via a ramp at the rear which was closed after our take-off so we were still able to see the northern coastline of Australia disappear into the distance as we climbed.
After landing we were greeted by 1 Transport Platoon trucks for the ride to our new home in the sand dunes of Vung Tau. 1 Platoon who we were replacing had been “in country” for about twelve months and was made up mainly of those who had enlisted as “regulars”. Most but not all of our platoon was made up of national servicemen who, once having completed training, were regarded as “regular” soldiers. However, there was always a friendly rivalry between each group of diggers.
Our barracks initially were four-man canvas tents with duck-boards for flooring and wooden “cupboards” made of artillery ammunition boxes. After about 6 weeks we moved into wooden built huts, with concrete flooring and wooden shutters. No doors or glass windows! One of our first jobs was filling sandbags to place as protection around all the buildings in case of mortar attack by the enemy. [See above picture] There was no shortage of sand.
Over the first couple of weeks, we new chums paired with 1 Platoon drivers to be shown the run of the ropes. We had to be able to replace the drivers who were about to return home. As well as the convoy route to the different Australian units, we also needed to be shown where we were to pick up our deliveries both at Australian and American supply depots and alternative refueling depots.
Our cargoes were varied. There was an ice truck to carry large blocks of ice enclosed in canvas to various points. We handled anything from loads of steel pickets, timber, artillery shells, coils of barbed wire, mortars, small arms ammunition, other explosive materials, to food and drink supplies. Yes, even beer and cigarettes.
Sometimes platoons of troops and resupplies for Ordinance Corps made up the types of convoy loads. Another truck with a water tank was used to refill shower block tanks around the units at Vung Tau. After I returned home to Australia part of my platoon was used to transport villagers to relocation areas — if Army Intelligence informed that their village was being used as a source of resupply to the Viet Cong. The whole population was moved into a newly built village, at Aussie taxpayer expense.
The scenery varied depending on where we were delivering our payload. The regular convoy route, usually twice daily, was between Vung Tau and Nui Dat where the infantry and Australian artillery units operated from.
Along this route, we traveled from alongside the sea on narrow roads through Mekong Delta swamplands and alongside rice paddies. The road conditions also varied from narrow one-lane sealed roads to graded tracks. Some were being formed as we came through. Because of this, although the International four-wheel-drive trucks were capable of carrying much heavier loads, we were restricted to 3 tons on the Mk 3 and 5 tons with the Mk 5. (Mk = Mark)
On convoy duty, as pictured above, we were heading to a place SE of the Task Force Base at Nui Dat where a new Support Base was in process of being set up. We were delivering coils of barbed wire, steel pickets, heavy timber planking, and ammunition. Our vehicles were not allowed to be driven after sunset. On this particular occasion, because of the slow progress of the trip and the organising of off-loading once we got to the site there would not have been time for us to arrive back at Vung Tau before dark.
The convoy platoon commander had to find a clear area to harbour up where the trucks could be parked a small distance from each other. The drivers and co-drivers had to dig a shell-scrape for protection if needed. A shell scrape is a shallow hollow made in the ground to lie in if under rifle attack and mortar or artillery shrapnel bombardment.
We were not allowed to use the trucks for cover — as if we were hit by mortar or other missiles, the fuel being petrol would have created a bigger danger than us being in the open. Our meal that evening was from ration packs, followed by a “stand to” period at dusk. Picket duty was applied throughout the night on a roster. I will explain it below.
On convoy, each driver had an F1 weapon the English equivalent to the old Owen machine gun. Each co-driver stood on the wooden base of the passenger seat with head and shoulders through the cupola — a hole in the cab roof. He was armed with an AR (automatic rifle) with inbuilt bipod.
The Automatic Rifle (AR) was a converted SLR 7.62 mm weapon, the same as issued to infantry and one of the rifles that Martin Bryant was (falsely) accused of using at Port Arthur. Our AR used the same rounds but a magazine with a larger capacity of bullets as it would normally be used as a machine gun, and at times a semi-automatic rifle. A machine gun uses a larger supply of bullets.
The gun jeep, actually a Land Rover in which the convoy commander rode was armed with an M60 machine gun. A swivel attachment connected to a solid upright fixed bar of steel gave the gun a 360-degree operating range.
When in camp each of us was rostered for duties such as kitchen duty and picket duty. Picket duty was two hours on/ two hours off, guard patrol throughout the night., You were required for normal duties earlier in the day and again the next. So the broken sleep was not appreciated. Thank goodness the duties were shared by all the troops of the company so those duty rosters were not overwhelmingly regular.
On Sunday there was usually only one convoy trip. If the weather was cordial and we weren’t required for any duties we could draw rations of bread meat and eggs, go for a swim in the warm seawater and have a barbecue meal afterward.
It is peculiar how some events in life take a long time to apparently affect one. I had one such experience about thirty years after arriving home. (It must have been around 1998). I was about to stay overnight with my youngest sister and brother-in-law. We were enjoying a chat on the patio, me with a beer, when Angelo brought up the subject of me going to Vietnam.
He is a little younger than myself when called up, but because of an accident to his eye he failed the medical. Things were going well. He asked if I was scared and I answered yes. There could be bullets being fired in all directions to my mind. I then explained that when we left Darwin I could see the coastline of Australia diminishing from the still partially open ramp of the plane. I was saying that I had the thought, “would I ever see Australia again?” Without any premonition of sadness or emotion, I began to cry. To this day I don’t know why. But I had no control over those tears.
Malcolm – thank you for your service!
Why thank him. Service? To what? he is a war criminal.
if I remember correctly the SLR 7.62 mm weapon had a peep sight. Bloody hopeless IMO.If Martin Bryant really used it, it would have been slow progress.
Crisscross, correct. This why the the killer which was not Bryant used the weapon from the hip.
Although the Aussie Infantry originally were issued with the SLR as there main weapon, in time a stockier rifle was a preference to many. I can’t recall the name of that weapon. I never handled one.
This article is only a brief story of happenings.
Was that the plastic 5.56 mm Steyr F88 assault rifle you are trying to think of?
Just glad you made it back, Mal.
Crisscross… what’s a peep sight?
A small hole to look through at the shooters end of the barrel. I at one time did some donkey shooting from helicopters and on one occasion was given an SLR to use. I hated the thing with a passion.
Tony I think what he means is a sight where the gunman sights through a “V” sight on the barrel to a projection at the front of the barrel, onto the target. That is actually how the SLR was made.
Referring once again to Port Arthur, the gunman not only did not use the sights but he fired very accurately from the right hip. He scored mostly head shots a very difficult achievement.This would take much practice and expertise, that Bryant certainly would not have had. Even though I was trained in the use of this weapon I wouldn’t have had anywhere near the same success even if firing at cutout figures. The Army trains a rifleman to shoot at the largest body mass, the torso. A much better chance of a hit, creating either death or serious wounding. That is where most the organs are situated.
Mal,
Thank you.
Fifty-five years ago, the postman handed a letter to Mal.
When Mal saw the insignia “Army Conscription Office” on it,
he wanted to write 3 words on the envelope and hand it back.
But he didn’t have a biro.
Well said Mary. In truth I didn’t object to National Service and I still don’t. But conscripts should not be sent into foreign battles. Evey war since World War II have been such an event. Senseless killing of young men, Australian breeding stock. Good on you bankster psychopaths
Mary you asked me a couple of days ago if Vietnam Veterans have their own memorial. I had forgotten even though I attended the dedication about eighteen years ago in King’s Park. I have attended once since that and again today. Unfortunately there were almost as many VIP’s as veterans. Quite a contingent of Vietnamese some in their military uniforms were in attendance.
Thank you Mal.
Me too,(thankful)
classic pictures or as now, required per ” qr” compliance
L1 B2 bayonet nee slr, classic-however did anyone fight for that ?
4 fun, hope the slauch hat was “tuned to a right hander”
Not fun, this is not funny
Actually a slouch hat. You are right about a right-hander. By the time I was a soldier boy the 303 Rifle was antiquated and the SLR was in use. “Shoulder arms” was to the opposite side of the body and hat.
Here’s the freedom they always say you were fighting for, going down the plughole courtesy of the red / blue party
https://www.rebelnews.com/exclusive_george_christensen_condemns_online_censorship_as_playing_with_fire
So grateful to read this today, thank you Mal. I knew and still know many Vietnam Vets. The photo of you in uniform, the slouch hat and sharing the experience of tears that flow unexpectedly, caused huge emotions of sadness, grief and loss to well up. In this instance I knew why my tears flowed.
It is very healing to share our vulnerabilities.
Who could have foreseen that Australian troops, would be on suburban streets enforcing oligarchs lockdown, within this nation on it’s own people.
Unless they’re using global guns for hire, how long before Oz girls and boys in uniform refuse to enforce these criminal mandates?
In the past three months, nine people have died from crown virus. We are not allowed to travel more than 5 kilometres, and the way events are unfolding daily, by next Sunday we won’t be allowed out past front door without the jab. Serco gulags set up around Oz, all for a tv virus.
Martial law General Frewen (free when)?
Ant56 (Tony) we share a history a lived experience and a special personal camaraderie/respect/bond as we do with many Gumshoers’.- Serco– 4 bio -labs in Australia are two areas we keep referring to– Today I pick up on your above comment “Serco gulags set up around Oz , all for a tv virus.”
Tony Ryan we also share so much–not the least our roles in NT, living and working with First Nations peoples. And I respect your work, knowledge and history that you have shared. Earlier today you asked a question on the previous article 10 am ish –you asked about Serco -who is behind it. I have been wanting to reply all day— In my experience John Howard comes to mind as the name you asked for– the reason being the military intervention– Mal Brough — child protection pedophile rings — The Big Lie -that is when I first heard of Serco I spoke to a Serco contractor who was erecting a “gulag” abu grahib fence around a school in a remote desert community- he told me this was of the same specifications as detention centres, prisons, refugee camps –the only difference being barbed wire as against razor wire -I was also aware of a Serco facility for youth detention in Kalgoorlie—much underground. It was around the same time I became aware of Serco and centre link and the new basics card.–Also later my submission to the RC into child protection and youth detention—Dondale –Australias shame –drew my attention to SERCO again.
So I post a few links for those who have the time and interest— it is very significant–it seems Serco since 2013 is focussing its “energies focussing on ” Australia SE Asia –NZ
Oh Tony Ryan thank you for your question–I now change my response to your question to a_
Peter Welling
Chief Executive Officer
Peter was appointed as Chief Executive Officer, Serco Asia Pacific in August 2020 following his appointment as Managing Director for Citizen Service in 2015.
Peter has extensive experience in the public and private sectors delivering citizen services, customer relations and transformational management with a commercial focus. Peter has held director positions with VicRoads and the South Australian Government.
Peter transformed Serco’s Citizen Services business and made it one of the fastest-growing businesses in the world for Serco winning contracts to supply services to Centrelink, Victoria Police, NDIA and one of the largest contracts ever signed by Serco – the Health Services contract supporting the ADF.
Peter holds an MBA from the University of South Australia and is a graduate of Australian Institute of Company Directors
I will post a couple of links
https://prepareforchange.net/2019/11/08/serco-the-most-evil-corporation-on-earth/
Serco is an outsourcing company that specialises in public sector work. It runs services in five areas: defence, “justice and immigration”, health, transport, and “citizen services”. It works for 20 governments worldwide, but 40% of all its business remains in the UK, with another 19% in Australia as of 2017.
One of its biggest contracts is running 11 Australian immigration detention centres. In the UK, it runs Yarl’s Wood detention centre.
Serco has been hit by numerous scandals, most famously in 2013 when it was exposed along with G4S overcharging the government by millions on its electronic tagging contract.
Serco was the first of the big-name outsourcers to hit financial trouble recently, with a run of profits warnings starting in 2013. Damage was done by numerous loss-making contracts taken on as the company raced to expand. As a result the company had to ask shareholders for £530m to keep the company going in 2015. Serco is struggling to get back on track, but hopes that its outsourcing model will prove profitable again long term: prisons and wars still seem a winning bet. They’d better be: shareholders haven’t received a dividend in three years.
https://corporatewatch.org/serco-company-profile-2018/
https://www.serco.com/me/media-and-news/2021/serco-wins-hero-of-the-pandemic-at-transport-and-logistics-middle-easts-awards
Would it be appropriate to observe the clients keep burning the facilities down
“prisons and wars still seem a winning bet. They’d better be: shareholders haven’t received a dividend in three years.”
Jesus Christ!
ant56 you are so right. Troops on the street completely unlawful. That is what the Sydney Siege – Lindt Cafe event was about. To pass unlawful legislation to allow the A.D.F. to take over police duties for the benefit of treasonous politicians. And the Port Arthur Massacre executed by politicians and the Intelligence Agencies to disarm the public in case we, the public, have had enough.
Lily livid as ever.
The hypocrite Mark McGowan showed up at the Memorial which was to commemorate the attempted take down of a dictatorial government. The very similar situation to which he has put himself in.
Another name to add to your list of traitors. General J.J. Frewen.
Well done and thank you for your sincerity Mal, and for your valuable contributions here. I cannot bring these topics up with my dear father – it would break his heart.
We need many more of your sort in uniform – urgently.
Meanwhile over there in occupied America
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Dear Mal and dear Diane and dear Everybody. I think maybe I have a clue about Mal’s tears. It is that there is something about the land of Australia that has a huge pull. Sure, everyone’s home country has an emotional claim, but there is a compelling magnificence about Oz.
On the very day I arrived, over 40 years ago, when I was at Sydney Airport, in the Ladies Room, there was a woman crying. Her daughter, around age 7, asked “Why are you crying, Mum?” Mum said “Becuse we’re leaving Australia.”
In the song by Eric Bogle, “And the Band Played Walzing Mathilde,” I suppose we are supposed to be sad about what happened to the soldier. Of course it is terrible. But the line that absolutely kills me, every time, is “and the ship pulled away from the quay.”
Same with Peter Allen’s song “I Stilll Call Australia Home.” Third verse. “When all of the ships come back to the shore.”
Mal, the photo of you at Puckapunyal is beautiful. AND IT WASN’T A SELFIE.
This land beautiful beyond words, although the original people deserved much better than genocide. Same treatment as American lndians, seems to be Crown policy for all invasions.
I came here in ‘66, and up till 2000 even though two legged sharks dominated, fair go and mateship was the common bond. Blue collar locals and Europeans, that came from a continent destroyed by two world wars, built this nation up to having the highest standard of living in the world. Witnessed by all living here in sixties and seventies. All done by hands of people, working together making this a better place. Everything was made here. All respects to them, we should be thankful. Since turn of century everything perverted/inverted. Greed is good and honesty is ridiculed.
I tell my family and friends, tptb want us all dead with the jabs, they react as if I’m the fruit bat.
We have a prime minister reading Doherty Institute eugenics agenda, and they’re totally sucked in.
Ah Mal, sadly i did not have such luxurious accomodations as you did there in the funny country. Mine was just a tent shared with three other guys, with lots of sand bags around the sides and big deep fighting pit right out the front door. Was always an argument, whether we should bang star pickets at the corners and place a rope around it to prevent falling in on the way home from the boozer, as some of us did on a few occassions. Six months went by with only cold showers daily. I was hanging out for a HOT shower, so one day snagged a galvanised tub from the kitchen and one of their petrol heaters they used to make hot water for tea, set it up near the shower block and boy oh boy, the guys were lining up for all day just to partake a hot shower. The kitchen did not get their gear back. Ref the SLR comments, loved the bloody thing, no complaints at all, when it hit something, it stayed down, unlike the Armalite 5.56, on many occassions, found victims with three rounds in them and they still were able to run away. I did my rooky training at Kapooka, and Corps training at Ingleburn, there they taught us not to be sharp shooters, but just to get as much lead flying in the air as we could. Their philosiphy was as long as leads flying around, no one will stick their heads up. Unfortunately, they never told the VC that. I guess it must have been your crowd who provided the Buses, (L.O.L .) Trucks to convoy us to Vungers for R&R boring trip. Coming home one time, driving behind a three wheeled scooter, which got caught in the convoy, and was slowing down our truck, one of the boys in the truck in front was swigging a can of beer, and when empty just thoughtlessly, chucked his empty can off the back and BANG straight into the face of the guy riding the scooter who lost control, ran off the road over the edge,(which was quiet deep) and into a rice paddy alongside, which was also full of water. Scooter/rider/passengers all disappeared for a minute or two, then all struggled up for air. At the time, we thought it was as funny as hell. Didn’t get too much to laugh about back then. Folks keep telling me to get my stories down in writing, otherwise people coming later won’t know what we experienced during that time, but I’m too lazy. Far too much to do each day. Sometimes I think I’d like to go back to work, just for the rest. L.O.L.
Good on you Eddy for adding to this Vietnam Veteran’s Day memories. I could not think of the Armalite. As I said I have never handled one.
Another part of my story. On my very first convoy I got into strife for being honest. We were driving in convoy fashion where you described the can throwing event when a calf clambered up the bank and darted onto the road between my truck and the one ahead. Until it got onto the road I had not seen it so had no time to react. I think I hit it in centre of front and as the trucks were fairly high knocked it to the ground probably bruising it. However the following ran over it and must have killed it. I reported to convoy leader on arrival at Nui Dat.
When we got back to Vung Tau we were told to report on parade at Coy H.Q. where we were addressed by Major McVilly. We were asked if anybody had anything unusual to report on our convoy. Nobody else volunteered information so I put my hand up. When asked what happened, was told to report to Military Police after the parade. From then I thought my world was over. After giving a written account was told that I may be Court Marshalled as the cow in a Buddhist country is sacred. Told to report back the next day. However the Army came to a financial arrangement with the owner.
The real crime being investigated was that an Army truck was accused of striking a local (I think motor cyclist killing the driver). It turned out to be a US truck involved.
I hear you Eddy and I too would like to ago back to work for he rest. I share another story
Harry’s War.
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Harry’s War is an award-winning film focusing on the life of a young Aboriginal soldier, Harry Saunders, who leaves Condah Mission to fight for Australia in Papua New Guinea during the Second World War, but his fight is also for the rights of the Aboriginal people. Saunders fought for his country in the hope that his actions would help Aboriginal people gain citizenship.
It is a film about how war drives men to the brink and the journey that becomes more important than the journeys end. Based on the experiences of his uncle Harry Saunders, who fought for Australia and died on the beaches of Gona in 1942, Richard Frankland has written and directed a gripping and haunting short film.
Harry’s War is rich in symbology, with social history, camaraderie of the armed forces, and Aboriginal cultural beliefs all woven through the narrative.
It is estimated that between four and five hundred Aborigines served in the First World War, and over 3,000 in the Second World War, yet Aborigines are greatly excluded from the Australian digger legend. While both Aboriginal men and women fought along side other Australians during the Second World War, Aboriginal people were not recognised as citizens in Australia, and social mobility and interaction restricted as in accordance with the Restriction of the Sale of Opium and Protection of Aboriginals Act from 1897 to 1971. Reg Saunders MBE was the first Aboriginal man to be promoted to commissioned rank. Faith Bandler, who enlisted in the Australian Women’s Land Army during the Second World War was also involved in the fight for Aboriginal Rights that culminated in the 1967 referendum to grant Aboriginal people rights.
Written and directed by Richard Frankland.
I would like to add to Dianne’s piece. When at Ingleburn before Vietnam we had a young Aboriginal fellow in the unit enlisted as a “regular” and being only 18 did not go overseas at some time as me. Nineteen was the age limit. He and I shared a two roomed hut at Ingleburn. He did get to Vietnam and eventually retired to Capel area. I attended his funeral to represent our unit.
However apparently he told a few “Waries” to his family as according to them he did a second tour and engaged in events that did happen according to my platoon members. I don’t blame him for this falsehood as the Aboriginal culture has always been one of story-tellers.
In recent years I have met an apparent white lady who once we became friendly discussed her Aboriginal heritage and gave me a copy of a newspaper clipping of the story of her uncles’ (multiple) wartime actions. I cannot locate that clipping at this time but I think there were three brothers and only one survived the War.
Glad to see you mention the B/S Port Arthur false flag! I salute you on your service even though it was a f@cking B/S yankie/CIA set up!
Agent Orange: 17 Chilling Photos of the Vietnam War Crimes the US Got Away With
For ten years during the Vietnam War, the United States used a toxic concoction of two herbicides, labeled ‘Agent Orange,’ to wipe out large areas of Vietnam which were covered by thick jungle. The aim was to enable easier and more effective bombing of enemy bases. The issue was, Agent Orange wasn’t just a herbicide — it was also a deadly weapon, as it contains large amounts of dioxin.
Agent Orange was discovered in the year 1943 by American botanist Arthur Galston. Between the years of 1962 and 1971, the US army “showered” the deadly chemical over Southern Vietnam as part of the military operation “Ranch Hand”, or “Trail Dust.” In total, more than 20 million gallons of Agent Orange was used. Sadly, Agent Orange did more than contribute to the deforestation of vast areas of land. It also contaminated air, water, and food sources
History Rundown reports that in high concentrations, dioxin can trigger severe inflammation of the skin, lungs and mucous tissues. Sometimes, the toxicity can result in chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, pulmonary edema, and even death. The highly effective carcinogen is also known to affect the eyes, liver, and kidneys, and to cause laryngeal and lung cancer.
As a result of using Agent Orange during the Vietnam War, more than 400,000 people were killed or maimed, and at least 500,000 children were born with mild to severe birth defects. Additionally, 5 million acres of forests and millions more of farmland were destroyed. Agent Orange is said to have killed 10 times more people than all chemical weapons combined.
Because the United States didn’t “technically” violate international laws, as it signed defense treaties with Southern Vietnam’s government and its actions (for the most part) were in line with the defense treaties, there was no reprimand for using Agent Orange as a chemical weapon during the war. That doesn’t mean hundreds of thousands didn’t suffer — or continue to today.
Today, many Agent Orange victims live in Peace Villages, communities where workers care for them and try to give them a normal life. However, “normal” will never truly be possible for most, as mutations caused by Agent Orange still affect the people and the children of Vietnam. As AllThatIsInteresting reports, those who can live in Peace Village are luckier than some of their siblings. Reportedly, some victims of the chemical agent are too deformed to even survive childbirth.
“There is a room at the hospital which contains the preserved bodies of about 150 hideously deformed babies, born dead to their mothers,” one charity worker said. “Some have two heads; some have unbelievably deformed bodies and twisted limbs. They are kept as a record of the terrible consequences of chemical weaponry.”
Veterans who served in the Vietnam war, as well, returned to US soil reporting unusually high rates of lymphoma, leukemia, and cancer. The rates were highest among those who worked with Agent Orange directly.
Following are haunting images from the war crime the US got away with:
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https://uprootedpalestinians.wordpress.com/2017/09/21/agent-orange-17-chilling-photos-of-the-vietnam-war-crimes-the-us-got-away-with/
Agent orange contained a mixture of chemicals of which one was 2,4,5,-T which contained the extremely toxic dioxin. The maximum allowable content of dioxin in 2,4,5,-T for use in Australia was .1 parts per million. In Vietnam 2,4,5,-T contained around 12 to 15 parts per million.The dioxide content was increased when the container was subjected to heat.
Agent orange, manufactured in Meadowbank, Sydney.
At one time it was also produced at Kwinana, my original town south of Perth. The groundwater the only supply for my uncle’s family apart from rain water began to get smelly. He had it examined and it was contaminated by that chemical factory. He had the land resumed by government and shifted from area. However the damaged was done. In later years one of my cousins has died of cancer, one has had a brain tumor removed, another has had breast cancer and the fourth has a heart condition. The remainder of the family born in another area are all well.
Uncle Charlie owned and lived on that block well before the chemical company arrived.
I was talking to an old guy the other day, from a mountain range some distance from Maralinga, he said when the bomb(s) went off there was a big orangey brown cloud came up against the range and sat there, contaminated everything, everyone moved away or got cancer and died, nobody there now.
Commercial net fishing was banned in the harbour and Parramatta river, when many Italians and their families were devastated by cancers from the catches that were also sold at the fish market.
Union Carbide had a plant, across Olympic village now high rise, at Meadowbank. Like most Sydney sewage, it all flowed into the waters.
Agent Orange: 24 Chilling Photos Of The War Crime The US Got Away With
https://themindunleashed.com/2017/09/agent-orange-24-chilling-photos-war-crime-us-got-away.html
Crisscross, the danger continues in Australia and around the world as shires and farmers are encouraged to use Glysophate for weed control. Glysophate breaks down into dioxine I am told. Very carcinogenic yet is sprayed liberally everywhere. Anybody for free cancer?
Diclofenac aka voltaren is a listed anti cancer treatment.
The stuff that really works well which I got my doc. to write out a scrip for was “unavailable”.
One Hundredth Anniversary — The End of First Christian Holocaust (WW1)
from Jan 31, 2012
by Henry Makow Ph.D.
November 11, 2018
Nov 11,1918 marks the 100 year anniversary of the end of WW1. We are doomed unless we recognize society has been subverted.
In historical perspective, anyone who takes seriously his country’s call to war is a dupe. The enemy is within.
https://www.henrymakow.com/downton_abbey.html
Did Pompeo get the CIA off the poppies in 2017 ?
“The official White House Twitter account put out a statement Sunday afternoon after news of the Taliban’s entrance into Kabul that read, “This morning, the President and Vice President met with their national security team and senior officials to hear updates on the draw down of our civilian personnel in Afghanistan, evacuations of SIV applicants and other Afghan allies, and the ongoing security situation in Kabul.” The post was accompanied by a photo of a confused looking Biden staring at a television screen.
On July 8, Biden had proclaimed, “There’s going to be no circumstance where you see people being lifted off the roof of a embassy in the—of the United States from Afghanistan….The likelihood there’s going to be the Taliban overrunning everything and owning the whole country is highly unlikely.”
New Atrocity Consent Manufacturing Propaganda For America’s Next/Post-Afghanistan War
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UNDER HIS EYE.
A lot of brown women get angry at the obsession and horror by which western women watch A Handmaid’s Tale because we have seen it happen in our lifetimes, and we are watching this “horror” unfold yet again.
Below are some photos from Afghanistan from the 1940s right through to the 1980s. When women had rights, had access to educations, had documentation, ID, paperwork, bank accounts, freedom.
The Taliban have just seized control of Afghanistan again as the rest of the world looks the other way.
Under his eye indeed. We aren’t free till we are all free. My fury at white feminism (including my own, yes I am now complicit as a now westerner) as this unfolds in our world is unmatched.
The following is an excerpt from an article in The Guardian today by a young woman terrified of what is to become of her future –
Meanwhile, the men standing around were making fun of girls and women, laughing at our terror. “Go and put on your chadari [burqa],” one called out. “It is your last days of being out on the streets,” said another. “I will marry four of you in one day,” said a third.
With the government offices closed down, my sister ran for miles across town to get home. “I shut down the PC that helped to serve my people and community for four years with a lot of pain,” she said. “I left my desk with tearful eyes and said goodbye to my colleagues. I knew it was the last day of my job.”
I have nearly completed two simultaneous degrees from two of the best universities in Afghanistan. I should have graduated in November from the American University of Afghanistan and Kabul University, but this morning everything flashed before my eyes.
I worked for so many days and nights to become the person I am today, and this morning when I reached home, the very first thing my sisters and I did was hide our IDs, diplomas and certificates. It was devastating. Why should we hide the things that we should be proud of? In Afghanistan now we are not allowed to be known as the people we are.
https://www.theguardian.com/…/an-afghan-woman-in-kabul…
Photos from https://www.messynessychic.com/…/lost-in-time-groovy…/
Mal Hughes’ brain got the gist of the Covid caper 4 years ago. What?
I accidentally found this as a Comment made by Ausiemal dated Spt 21, 2017:
“I have personally come to the conclusion that the health industry and the pharmaceutical industry have opposite agendas. Unfortunately the health industry have been taken over by the pharmaceutical industry using it’s mighty dollar to influence government policy over the health industry. Doctors have become captors as much as have patients.”
Did I say such a horrific thing? Sooorry. It must have been in a moment of madness.
My dad, Desmond Miller, was a national serviceman who was conscripted and trained in the medical corps, he was with the 1st Australian Field hospital in Vung Tau I think it was 1968. He did two tours, despite failing the psychological or mental health exam twice before the let him go back in again (when you pump enough benzodiazepines into someone they will be calmer and less agitated, god knows the state of him once he got back there and the happy pills ceased)
My father saw atrocities I can’t even imagine, they haunted him for the rest of his life. Doing 18-20 hour shifts 7 days a week as a bunkering attendant down Fremantle wharf only kept the wolf at bay during his waking hours.
It was the nights that he would be denied peace or rest when he slept. I watched and heard him in his sleep countless times, screaming about choppers and dust offs, yelling and crying out while he became drenched in pools of sweat.
He didn’t get a grip on his demons until he hit his 50’s and even then it was years in the making, in and out the Hollywood clinic so many times , it became like a second home really. I could walk through the joint even now with my eyes closed and navigate the halls and dining etc easily .
He died in my arms in 2014. And not a day goes by I don’t miss him like crazy.
Agent orange killed my dad. And my oldest sister she was 32 when she died in her sleep. And despite having barely turned 40, my health problems are piling up. My first heart attack I had when I was 34. I’m on high blood pressure meds, aspirin and heart medication have been since then. I have rheumatism which came on whilst I was still in my teens, and the list goes on.
Sorry this post stirred a lot of emotions in me, I was going somewhere with it but I’ll let it be.
Call sign : Vampire