Having posted the report entitled “MacArthur Factor in the Pacific”, 
I asked an old friend to review. He and I spent early years in the 1960s 
at high school until he went off for his final years, later to become an army 
officer. From then, we did not meet in 50 years until a chance encounter.
His report is below in which he speaks of his father who was a soldier in 
the 2/31st in the Middle East  and Kokoda. His father joined up and spent 
training at Redbank near Brisbane  . He spoke of his father at Merza Matruh 
in what is now Libya  .
My father enlisted at Redbank and posted to the Victorian 9th Division 
where he became a gunner in 4th Light Ack Ack. He never spoke of 
the war until an army mate came to the house. Then it would be Merza
Matruh, Finschhafen, Lae and theMarkham   valley all over again.
the war until an army mate came to the house. Then it would be Merza
Matruh, Finschhafen, Lae and the
But my father and many soldiers like him came home from war bitter 
at the chocos and the Americans. Perhaps some views were coloured 
by rumour. Many thought that all fighting in New Guinea   should have 
been borne by militia. 
He and his Division all received posters dropped in the Western Desert 
from the Italian air force telling them about the wives and girl friends in 
the arms of American soldiers. I read that. He did not tell me. Actually 
he did not tell his family anything.
But the fact was hundreds of thousands of Americans arrived in Australia   
in preparation for island hopping. Many were to die in the months to come. 
They were quite exotic to the Australian girls with spiffy uniforms, a foreign 
accent that made them sound like film stars, plenty of money and skill at 
the latest tribal dance known as the jitter-bug. They called girls “ma’am”.
the latest tribal dance known as the jitter-bug. They called girls “ma’am”.
While Australian men glided around the dance floor with the sedate gipsy 
tap, pride of erin and boston   two step, the Americans were away with the 
girls in other dance halls spinning them around and throwing them between 
their legs. 
In Brisbane , the Americans would gather at the Trocadero dance hall near 
the Grey  Street  Bridge  . So my mother and aunts used to say. Oft on a stilly 
night, we still hear the trumpets and drums beating out the rhythm and see 
the ghostly swirl of the long skirts of the ladies.
There was ill feeling among Australian servicemen. It is to be respected as
the sign of the times. Consider this. In the 1950s, how many dance bands
in country Australia would play jitter-bug/jive music to the ex-servicemen
and wives at an RSL dance? If they did, they would never be booked
again. It was always the old time dance music.
There was ill feeling among Australian servicemen. It is to be respected as
the sign of the times. Consider this. In the 1950s, how many dance bands
in country Australia would play jitter-bug/jive music to the ex-servicemen
and wives at an RSL dance? If they did, they would never be booked
again. It was always the old time dance music.
Negro American soldiers were restricted to a harlem in Melbourne Street 
across theBrisbane  River  . No segregation on the battlefield.
But all was still not well. There was a serious riot in Creek StreetBrisbane 
across the
But all was still not well. There was a serious riot in Creek Street
between Australian and American soldiers. My mother was coming out of 
work at the time and told her family that American military policemen had
hit an Australian soldier with his baton. Soon it was on for young and old.
work at the time and told her family that American military policemen had
hit an Australian soldier with his baton. Soon it was on for young and old.
The older generation may recall what American military police looked 
like. They were ever present in America   war movies like “From Here 
to Eternity”. 
Many were over 6ft tall with white uniforms, long gaiters, long batons 
and long whistles. There is a joke that the military police were given two
sets of medals for combat against two enemy forces.
and long whistles. There is a joke that the military police were given two
sets of medals for combat against two enemy forces.
I have no objection to writing this report. It is history through the eyes 
of the children of soldiers of World War 2. It is all basically truthful and 
in living colour.
But below is the letter from my friend that sets out a more sedate view 
of the Americans. There is no questioning the crucial role of MacArthur 
and American forces. My friend sees the positive side of the American 
presence and I have no argument with that. But boys will be boys. And 
many will soon be dead.
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Dad joined the AIF in January 1940 and went off to Redbank, sailed to 
[2/31st] suffered their first battle casualty in the Blitz.
He fought the Germans at Mersa Matruh and the French in Syria  . On returning 
to South Australia  they even brought back with them their bullet ridden vehicles 
from the Middle East  because things were so short.
Dad’s view was the US made the War really go our way because they had the 
gear and the organisation – he often compared the training with wooden BREN 
guns in England in 1940 and the handing out of cups of tea by the ladies at railway 
stations in England with the ability to airlift the 7 Division to Nadzab in 1943 – 
impossible in 1941/42 – US industry enabled it and the capacity to move so much 
material by sea subsequently to Borneo and beyond.
There was no doubt in his mind about the American sacrifice in saving Australia: 
our home at Wilston in the 1950s had 13 pine trees in the yard, each planted by 
the lady who billeted US servicemen there and one for each guy who lost his life. 
Attendance at the Battle  of the Coral Sea Observance each year was mandatory
for me as a child, as was a pilgrimage to each of the “They Passed this Way” 
plaques at Camp  Cable , Emu  Park  and other US  locations in Queensland  .
It has become very passé to criticise the US, Macarthur in particular, for various
 ‘stories’ but the end result was Victory in the Pacific and the US provide bulk 
of the treasure and the blood. As to the erudite and academic discussions about 
the Japs invading. 
My grandfather owned a home at Kirribilli and had his windows broken when the
Jap subs attacked Sydney, my other grandfather was the Inspector of Police in 
Townsville during WW2 and he went out to the location of where the Jap bombs 
fell – for them it was pretty real – and my grandmother taught at Pikedale where 
St Hilda’s was moved to in 1942. The war was pretty full on for Australia   and for 
our family in particular.
As always there are differences between Allies but my abiding memory is of a
US Ranger Major standing shoulder to shoulder with me in England in 1978 – 
we had similar plans for an attack on our Combat Team Commander’s Course – 
different to the British – and pointing out that the Pacific, and Vietnam defined 
US-Australian military relations and he was with the ‘Aussie’ on this one because 
he knew the plan would work –
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