Thursday, November 4, 2010
Anning's video script
1. Lucy is a uni girl, this is a weekend morning she decide to do some exercise, that she went to a small mountain, (she was running along the path)
2. When she ran to top of mountain, suddenly she found something refresh in the bush, she go into the bush, she found a every old and rusty iron plate, there were some words, but that was not easy to read (after a few minutes, she found out this is a solder necklace) she was feel so mysterious about this necklace.
3. When she was back to home, she sat in fount of computer to search Australian passed war history. She found a little information about that during World War 2 there was a fight in this city.
4. She stared to clear this solder necklace, the words were still hard to read out, but finally there was a name appears on this necklace.
5. Next day morning, she decided to go The Australian Museum find out more information about this war. ( she was catching bus to The Australian Museum)
6. In the Museum, she was attracted by the things appear in front.
7. After Museum, She went to the War Memorial, there was a wall and all dead solder’s name that can be found on this wall.
Old Man
When I was child, I lost my father during the World War 2.
What you looking for?
Lucy
I found this solder necklace in bush, (pass to old man), I try to find his name on this wall.
Old Man
Oh well, let me help you!
8. After while, they still could not find the same name on the wall.
Old man
He dose not belong to here. I usually come here to talk with my farther, I know he can hear me when I talk to him. So I think they all can see and hear what you do and what you say.
war poetry
I AM BUT...
I am but a grain of sand,
Pretending to be part of this land,
Sifting through the plains of strife,
Trying to figure what to do with this life.
I am the grass that plays in the wind,
Swaying in the breeze on those that sinned,
Happy in the rays of brilliant light,
Being crushed by a hate filled blight.
I am but a flake of snow,
White in the drift, watches me flow,
Stained red with blossomed poppy I be,
Frozen forever but still wonderfully free.
war poetry
BELIEVE IT
If you have been there you’ll know what I say,
When I talk about the Iraqi way,
For the rest it might be a surprise,
And might think it all lies.
At night it’s hard to see,
Cos there’s rarely any electricity,
All the cables are intermingled,
So candles are often rekindled.
The rubbish in the streets is piled so high,
That it’s impossible to pass by,
The kids speak English all the same,
With “meester water” and “what’s your name?”
The smell in the towns are so different and vile,
One sniff can make you gag for a mile,
The acidic odour of a dead carcass,
Can be used as map reference markers.
It’s wise to always watch your feet,
Cos there are streams of human excrete,
When we’re driving around the fact is,
That we are used for rock throwing practice.
You always hope that you won’t stay long,
As you’re a target for a roadside bomb,
Clutching a picture hidden in your locket,
Especially when there’s an incoming rocket.
What I describe is a horrible scene,
And there are places just not foreseen,
Now you say that this can’t all be true,
But I know that it’s happening in Afghan too.
war poetry
POETRY BY ALEX ROISSETTER
I am here serving my time,
And I don’t know where to draw the line,
I’ll never see the world through your eyes,
Blissfully unaware of the living lies.
My solid presence is here,
Told how not to show any fear,
But my body is hollow,
And senior commands I will blindly follow.
A woman’s touch to me is xenon,
Like with you seeing a tanned albino,
My bed a cot and my duvet a sleeping bag,
Around my neck is my chain with tag.
I see couples cuddle on the box,
As I numbly wash my dirty socks,
I have been told that I am like a stone,
Maybe it’s why I am so alone.
What will I do when I leave?
Maybe I’ll get out the gates and statue freeze,
Or maybe with my last memories laid,
Carried by six to my last parade.
Shed no tears for my life,
For I probably will not have a wife,
I always did try to do my duty,
But some people just think I am loopy.
Monday, September 6, 2010
world war 2 in australian
Sydney Harbour
In May and June 1942 the war was brought home to Australians on the east coast when the Japanese attacked Sydney Harbour from the sea.
In the late afternoon of 31 May 1942 three Japanese submarines, I-22, I-24 and I-27, sitting about seven nautical miles (13 kilometres) out from Sydney Harbour, each launched a Type A midget submarine for an attack on shipping in Sydney Harbour. The night before, I-24 had launched a small floatplane that flew over the harbour, its crew spotting a prize target – an American heavy cruiser, the USS Chicago. The Japanese hoped to sink this warship and perhaps others anchored in the harbour.
After launching the three two-man midget submarines, the three mother submarines moved to a new position off Port Hacking to await the return of the six submariners sent into the harbour. They would wait there until 3 June.
All three midget submarines made it into the harbour. Electronic detection equipment picked up the signature of the first (from I-24) late that evening but it was thought to be either a ferry or another vessel on the surface passing by. Later, a Maritime Services Board watchman spotted an object caught in an anti-submarine net. After investigation, naval patrol boats reported it was a submarine and the general alarm was raised just before 10.30 pm. Soon afterwards, the midget submarine’s crew, Lieutenant Kenshi Chuma and Petty Officer Takeshi Ohmori, realising they were trapped, blew up their craft and themselves.
Before midnight, alert sailors on the deck of USS Chicago spotted another midget submarine. They turned a searchlight on it and opened fire but it escaped. Later, gunners on the corvette HMAS Geelong also fired on a suspicious object believed to be the submarine.
The response to the attack was marred by confusion. Vision was limited and ferries continued to run as the midget submarines were hunted. At about 12.30 am there was an explosion on the naval depot ship HMAS Kuttabul, a converted harbour ferry, which was moored at Garden Island as an accommodation vessel. The crew of the midget submarine from I-24 had fired at the USS Chicago but missed, the torpedo striking the Kuttabul instead. Nineteen Australian and two British sailors on the Kuttabul died, the only Allied deaths resulting from the attack, and survivors were pulled from the sinking vessel.
The third midget submarine from I-22 failed to make it far into the harbour. Spotted in Taylors Bay and attacked with depth charges by naval harbour patrol vessels, Lieutenant Keiu Matsuo and Petty Officer Masao Tsuzuku, shot themselves.A second torpedo fired by the same midget submarine ran aground on rocks on the eastern side of Garden Island, failing to explode. Having fired both their torpedoes, the crew made for the harbour entrance but they disappeared, their midget submarine perhaps running out of fuel before reaching the submarines’ rendezvous point.
The mother submarines departed the area after it became obvious that their midget submarines would not be returning. The submarine I-24 is believed to have been responsible for a number of attacks on merchant ships as well as shelling Sydney Harbour a week later.
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