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Yesterday I went to the state school down the road, and voted in the local government elections, something I've been doing for years, and something entirely unremarkable.
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I was always careful to keep this practice well hidden. On the very few occasions when I was sprung, I always said I was writing a letter. I got away with it.
The product of this lifelong dabbling is an appendix in my memoir.
You really should buy it. I need the coffee money.
One of my favourite poets is W.B. Yeats.
Yeats was a Protestant/Agnostic, but his work has always resonated with this Catholic, possibly because of his subject matter, and his espousal of Irish nationalism. Easter 1916 captured the spirit of this nationalism as no sterile reading of the history could ever do.
Yeats was deeply into spiritualism and towards the end of his life, this became evident in his works. His "The Second Coming" is said to be a dirge for the decline of European civilisation. I reproduce it here, and ask the reader to consider the state of western (not just European) civilisation in 2024.
Yeats wrote it in 1919, at a time when the horrors of the Great War were fresh in the minds of most, but the rise of authoritarian fascism had not yet begun. The resurrection of these themes worldwide is apparent now (note Putin, Trump and Milei). A resurrected Yeats would probably have had something to write were he observing now.
Yeats should always he heard, not read, so here is a link to a reading.
And here is the text of the poem -
Some of 5 Platoon B Coy June 1970 |
The simple exercise of discerning and disseminating fact is essential if we are to tell the truth about our history, military or otherwise.
Truth-telling is, after all, the first step towards reconciliation, and I'm aware that there is still a way to go to to achieve real reconciliation amongst Vietnam veterans, given the comments I get whenever I post on the topic. Three years of research doesn't seem to make a difference to some of the enduring mythology.
The barnacle metaphor springs to mind.
I'd written about the need for reconciliation before.
Last month I came across a page on the State Library of Queensland website devoted to national service. It regurgitated the old myth that national servicemen who served in Vietnam were for the most part volunteers. Once you ignore the logical impossibility that conscripts could be classified as volunteers, the next step is to consult the literature, something that I spent three years doing prior to my thesis.
I made phone and email contact with the library about a month ago, sending them my thesis, together with a reading list on the topic, much of which has been around for ten years at least.
Today on revisiting the site I found that the reference to "many" volunteers on the website has been altered to -
The 1965 amendment to the Defence Act stated 'conscripts could be obliged to serve overseas' and in March 1966 then Prime Minister Holt announced, National Servicemen would be sent to Vietnam to fight in units of the Australian Regular Army. Consequently, most National Servicemen (Nashos) were not given the choice of active service once allocated to a regular army unit, especially infantry units. As a result, 2 died in Borneo and in the Vietnam War 210 were killed and more than 1200 were wounded.
This is gratifying because the reference to infantry units not being given a choice is precisely what my interviews with Nashos revealed. Once posted to infantry, manpower was all that mattered to the army.
The courteous head librarian told me that they had relied on material from the National Service Association to provide content. I then contacted the NSA who told me that they had not updated their information for years, mainly because the people tasked with maintaining their website were infirm as a result of age.
So the myth has remained on the NSA website more out of neglect than malice, a very sad state of affairs.
Most but not all units gave National Servicemen the choice of active service and most volunteered.
So the next step in my quest is to contact the NSA and suggest that they rejig their website to reflect the historical reality.
Everyone has to have at least one obsession.
Wish me luck...
Update -
I posted this email to the NSA after many unsuccessful attempts to talk to them, with copies to the Australian War Memorial, and the Minister for Veterans' Affairs -
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Dear Sir
I draw your attention to the following statement on your history of national service as it refers to the second national service scheme on your website –
All Battalions were rotated through Vietnam between 1966 and 1971. Most but not all units gave National Servicemen the choice of active service and most volunteered.
This statement is misleading, especially the “most volunteered” reference, and is not based on fact. In the first place, national servicemen (including myself who served in 7RAR in Vietnam in 1970) were conscripts. We were in the army because our birthdates were drawn in the various national service ballots. If we had wanted to volunteer to fight in Vietnam, we could have done so by enlisting in the ARA.
Secondly, historians who have researched national service, including Mark Dapin, Jeffrey Grey, and Ben Morris (the latter a Vietnam veteran) have shown through their research that most units did not offer options regarding operational service. Once enlisted, we were members of the ARA and amendments to the National Service Act of 1965 specified that we were to be treated as such. My own research has made it clear that most national servicemen allocated to Infantry, were not given an option. There were examples of Nashos going directly from recruit training to battalion postings, in the knowledge that those battalions were likely to be deployed but describing that process as “volunteering” is an abuse of the English language. These men were in the army because they were conscripts, not volunteers.
The best example of this practice was the fate of Stanley Larsson, a member of my unit who was killed in a mine incident on June 6th, 1970. Reference to this incident is made on P 132 of my recently completed thesis.
All Battalions were rotated through Vietnam between 1966 and 1971. Occasionally, unit commanders gave National Servicemen the choice of avoiding active service, but this practice was in breach of the National Service Act and was discouraged at a political level. Most national servicemen simply made the best of their situation.
Whilst this history is not a good fit with the Anzac legend, it is the reality, and if you respect our service, especially those who gave their lives, you will tell the truth about it in your publications. Those who died are honoured by the truth, not convenient mythology.
Please acknowledge this email and correct your webpage.
Respectfully yours
XXXX
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I'll keep you posted.
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It's a term usually applied to a person, but my father-in-law, a lifetime farmer, used it to refer to plants which came up all by themselves without being planted by human hands. He grew mostly peanuts.
Until I met him, I had never heard the term used in this way. His often unconventional and picturesque use of language reflected a life lived richly across many parts of the country, and a keen sense of observation.
More recently, I have been involved in exploring the use of the term as it applied to the use of conscripts in this country between 1965 and 1972. I was amazed to find that there are those who define conscripts as volunteers.
Upon analysis, it became clear that mythology has no respect for facts and history, so the volunteer myth persists like barnacles on a boat.
With that concession to metaphor, I'll give myself permission, gentle reader, following the example of my father-in-law, to apply the term to a plant.
The plant in question is a variety of tomato. I have no idea exactly what breed of tomato, because it came up all by itself near one of my worm farms. I feed the worms with leftover organic cooking waste, and some seeds must have escaped.
The soil here is pretty good, and most things grow well. This summer has been especially wet, and the grass grows whilst you watch. The volunteer tomato did exactly that, after I almost removed it because I thought it was a weed. It was, actually, as a weed is defined as an unwanted plant that turns up somewhere you don't want it.
It grew like a weed, and flowered prolifically, much more so than the numerous tomato I'd bought and set up in hanging pots. It's producing large fruit which initially were spoiled by fruit fly until I applied some organic insecticide.
We now have more tomatoes than we can eat. I'm looking for recipes for tomato sauce and chutney.
The volunteer metaphor works well, as the plant is sturdy, energetic, and resilient, a bit like the ahistorical myth as applied to national service.
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