Chatting with an elderly couple at Wangi
Falls, I heard about a war cemetery in Adelaide River a small community between Darwin and Katherine. A place we would only ever look at stopping for some fuel or a toilet break. They recommended
visiting as it was quite a spot. After leaving Wangi Falls we headed to
Adelaide River and made our way to the cemetery by the river. It was a spot
allocated to bury fallen soldiers who died in Darwin and surrounds in air raids
and in combat.
Basically the whole top part of our country
was in extreme risk of being invaded and hundreds of men lost their lives
defending. And here I am in my 30s and had no idea of this piece of history so
close to home and so crucial in our lives today.
Infact it is a long time ago but not really
that long ago. If you know what I mean. An elderly man that I used to clean
house for when I was in University, told me the stories about how as a 20 year
old he was sent out to central Australia for his Military training before being
put in a troop carrier and sent to an international airport to be deployed
overseas. (That airport is in Daly Waters, a town we also visited). I remember
cleaning his sink and he sat at his little table peeling potatoes and told me
that he was given one blanket in the cold night of the desert and he vowed if and when he grew old he would never let himself feel cold again. That’s why
when I changed his sheets he had three thick blankets to tuck in. And a blanket
on the end of his bed and several folded up underneath it. I wish now I had of
asked him more questions. And sat and listened. But I didn’t and he died from old age just
before I had Matilda.
So I found myself standing in the war
cemetery at Adelaide River. A beautifully manicured grass area that was at the
same time peaceful, sad and lonely. I stared at the headstones as one blended
into another and read the stories. One man in his 20’s, left behind a wife and
a baby daughter called Lucy. Died July 1942. Another man was 32 and died in the
August 1942, he was not a pilot, nor a combat fighter. He was a cook and was
killed when Darwin was bombed.
Rows and rows of names and dates. It was
overwhelming.
Matilda read some of the headstones and
asked some questions. Charlotte surprised me by sitting silently, alone, on the
wall, and staring into the distance. Maybe her little soul felt it
more than mine.
Abigail of course is too little to
understand and started running and laughing and playing by the rows of graves.
I was going to silence her but thought the spirits of these men wandering their
resting place would probably welcome the sound of children playing.
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