Remembering
Tracy
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Larrikins:
Soldiers involved in the clean-up effort aptly name a truck.
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Patch
up: Army medics were on hand after the cyclone to tend to
injured civilians.
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Putting
in: Soldiers help in the many aspects of clearing up after
Cyclone Tracy, from mozzie fogging to mapping. Photos provided
by 5/7RAR
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Putting
in: Soldiers help in the many aspects of clearing up after
Cyclone Tracy, from mozzie fogging to mapping. Photos provided
by 5/7RAR
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Putting
in: Soldiers help in the many aspects of clearing up after
Cyclone Tracy, from mozzie fogging to mapping. Photos provided
by 5/7RAR
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Thirty
years ago, the Army was called on to deal with a natural disaster
on our own shores, Pte Shannon Joyce reports.
For Darwin residents who lived through Cyclone Tracy’s relentless
destruction 30 years ago when it hit on Christmas Eve 1974, the
tsunami-devastated residents of Sumatra have a special place in
their thoughts.
As the ADF’s response came swift and fast with a recon medical
team on the ground in Sumatra the morning after the Boxing Day
disaster, so too did a coordinated relief effort start for the
cyclone-hit town.
With 45,000 Darwin residents living in the ruins of their homes,
and no sanitation or power, Australia’s first large-scale disaster
relief operation got under way.
But as the cyclone had severed all communications with the outside
world, the true extent and details of the cyclone’s damage and
a relief response couldn’t be determined with any certainty.
Then Lt Neil Benton (now retired), of 121 LAA Bty, like most Darwin
residents, lost everything in the disaster.
He recalled the Christmas Eve when Tracy struck; woken up by his
wife close to midnight because the winds were bringing salt water
through their closed louvres.
“We were 500m from the ocean, so we knew something was wrong,”
he said.
“As the cyclone intensifi ed, it became obvious that this one
was for real and the house wasn’t going to be too safe.
“I couldn’t open the front door because the house was leaning,
so I took my wife and two kids into the bathroom.
“The house was rocking on its foundations, and the noise is something
you don’t forget. You couldn’t hear one another it was that loud.
“The walls were breaking off the house, and eventually our roof.
“The four of us crouched in the shower recess with our legs interlocked,
while the house slowly started to disappear.”
Only the walls of Lt Benton’s house that had plumbing cavities
inside of them withstood the winds.
“We were open to the sky, and the loose debris in the wind was
a problem,” he said.
Lt Benton was struck hard in the head by a piece of timber, and
his son lost three of his fi ngers during the ordeal.
When the winds started to drop to gale-force about 6am, he knew
they were going to get through the ordeal.
“The damage as you looked out into the street was something that
those of us who had been to war would recognise,” he said.
“The devastation after bombardment in other parts of the world;
that is the best way I can describe it.
“I could see the remains of a building in Larrakeyah from where
I lived in Nightcliff. This was direct line-ofsight, it had been
that flattened.”
When members of 125 Signals Squadron, 7th Military District at
Larrakeyah Barracks, re-established communications with Townsville
at 1pm on Christmas Day, they were able to relay information.
Their fi rst transmissions contained casualty, damage and situation
reports that gave the rest of Australia an insight into what had
happened.
With more than 90 per cent of houses destroyed or rendered uninhabitable,
women and children were given priority for evacuation.
Air Force flights began evacuating residents out of the region,
as supplies and disaster relief support were brought in.
Soldiers from 1 Fd Engr Regt and 5/7RAR at Holsworthy contributed
to an Army Field Force Group that deployed to Darwin in January,
bolstering support to 500 soldiers.
RQ 6RAR WO1 Stephen Swaysland was a digger in a 5/7RAR clean-up
crew in 1975, and recalled his fi rst impression of the disaster
scene.
“Most of the town was gutted, but you didn’t really get a sense
of the winds strength until you saw a ’63 Chevy Belle-Air sticking
out of the old Holiday Lodge building, fi ve storeys up,” he said.
It wasn’t just the locals though who had lost a lot. WO2 Peter
Drescher, of the Darwin Workshop Platoon, signed for his new home
at 11am on Christmas Eve, which by dawn on Christmas day was matchwood.
Among the stories of tragedy though, there was humour.
WO1 Swaysland said there was always a competition going on between
the companies to see who could clean up the most houses, and who
could fi nd the most unusual items.
“When we were cleaning up a house, we would put aside the salvaged
possessions for the owners,” he said.
“In one house, I’d never seen so many sex-toys in all my life.
I never met the owners, but we kept it all aside for them anyway.”
In some instances, the clean-up work became really personal for
some crews.
WO1 Swaysland said his section had found some coins sticking out
of a plaster wall in one home.
“When we pulled them out, we found they were a collectors’ set,
so we went painstakingly through the walls of the whole house,”
he said.
“We went back through the rubble we’d already cleared, and salvaged
every one we could.
“When the owner came around his house to see how the clean-up
was going, and saw what we had done, he broke down in tears.
“He said after everything that had happened, his faith had been
restored in humanity.”
Cyclone Tracy facts
Out
with the chooks
Amid the expressions of support for the work of the Army clean-up
crews in the aftermath of Cyclone Tracy was a letter to 5/7RAR from
Dr Colin Jack-Hinton, of the Museums and Art Galleries of the Northern
Territory, about an incident that ruffled some feathers:
Dear Jake,
When you come to write the chapter in your Regimental history of
the very considerable and magnificent role which you played in the
reconstruction of Darwin, I hope that you will not fail to add at
least one qualification, perhaps to be known as the Jack-Hinton
Chook-house Stuff-up.
My chook-house, erected at considerable pain by my wife, survived
the cyclone, bar its roof. Fourteen of my 15 chooks also survived.
Immediately after the cyclone the roof was replaced by one of my
staff. I did not seek assistance of the military in tidying the
surrounds to my house, and their presence was unnecessary.
However, they did visit my next-door neighbour to tidy her garden.
In the process, one of your drivers, who may perhaps not have been
au fait with his machine, succeeded in demolishing my chook-house.
How he managed to do so, God only knows. My chooks are now homeless,
a matter of considerable tragedy to me and them, and subject to
depredations of the local vermin – canine, feline and human.
Yours very sincerely,
Dr Colin Jack-Hinton.
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