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1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/21/2016 3:41:43 AM)
From The Office of the Minister of Opposition to Prime Minister Dear Frank I have only just heard that your youngest son, Jeffery lies seriously injured in the United States, injured during service to our country. I wish to express my deepest sympathies on his injuries, and offer whatever help I can in the future. I also know that Jack is at Kalgoorlie, and John is at sea. The strain of war leadership, I know, cannot equal the strain of having a son at the front. We may differ on many things, but in this time of darkness for Australia, rest assured I will never allow any one to say that the Ford family has not given its all. Sincerely Tony

Ian R -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/22/2016 2:19:06 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: 1275psi Its people like British Exile that keep one writing, it can be hard work at times!![:'(] There are many lurkers such as I who are enjoying this, kudos. Please continue. Just one thing though, at McArthur's suggestion, PM Curtin offered the OC AMF spot to Morshead, with Blamey to be shifted to Chief of Staff, and a more administrative role. Morshead knocked him back - because he was a combat soldier with NO interest in political B/S. He preferred command of I corps, an active combat formation. I wonder if you were to spend the pp to put Morshead in place of Blamey, would it make a difference game-wise? It should. Morshead (& Lavarack, Rowell & Sturdee) were all better equipped than Blamey for actual direct command of combat troops.

Lecivius -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/22/2016 3:52:15 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Ian R quote: ORIGINAL: 1275psi Its people like British Exile that keep one writing, it can be hard work at times!![:'(] There are many lurkers such as I who are enjoying this, kudos. Please continue. I cannot but agree [:)]

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/23/2016 9:56:22 AM)
April 18th 0200 hours, some 120 miles north of Efate. A small ship. A tight crew. Men who have known each other for some time now, who inside this small destroyers frame have learnt to live with each others foibles, each others stink. Men drawn even closer together by the stresses of war. Destroyer Stuart, a little ship alone on a big ocean, sailing where she really should never be. The operation against Ndendi has been cancelled, spread over 100's of miles half a dozen task forces are fleeing south. Carriers at Tulgia. Fleet ones at that. Stuart is tail end Charlie, covering arses. The night is dark, visibility is crud. And yet the Japanese find them. One moment, darkness, the steady hiss of the ocean, the quiet murmers on the bridge. Then, brilliant daylight, as the star shells explode overhead. A close crew. A well trained crew. A brave crew. Stuart does the only thing she can do....she heels, turns, swings her guns towards the enemy, a line off metal, no, a great wall of metal, just 2000 yards away. Her guns get just one round away. Her torpedo officer a full spread. They slice, 6 good fish, straight towards the leading ship, Battleship Ise, and plough straight into steel. A destroyers steel And then Hyuga fires a full salvo, and Stuart dissolves in violence and flame. A close crew, a brave crew. Sailing together now, forever.

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/23/2016 10:04:35 AM)
From Former Naval Officer to POTUS I, and my Generals now agree. There seems to be little chance of an amphibious invasion of India. There May be a thrust over the mountains aimed at Southern India, which we can contain. Thankyou for the support of the Carrier force. I now place all British Naval forces under temporary command of your in situ Admiral. On other matters, this Gen Chiang-Kai-Chek, in China, is he reliable? Do you think China really can hold?, the line certainly has stabilised lately.......

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/25/2016 7:31:06 AM)
April 19 Bridge, CV Enterprise, 100 miles north of Addu The messages that come in, come quickly, bang, bang, bang. "message from Resolution sir.........have been sighted by Japanese Patrol plane" Resolution is just 80 miles to their east. "Message sir, Destroyer Inconstant is reporting multiple Kate torpedo bombers" She is further south, just south of Diego, enroute from Cape Town to Colombo 'message sir.....SS Salmon reports a small convoy, 120 miles east of Diego, apparently inbound" The plot is thick. Enterprise and her companions, near Addu. The British heading south towards Diego. Several ASW groups in the area. Lt Jackson can almost see his Admiral's internal wrestle. He wants to attack, he needs to attack. The Japs are there, South of Diego. But.............. More importantly, 1st corp is at sea, still steaming West, just 300 miles to the north. THEY Must be protected. "I smell a trap Jackson. Damn it!" It is quite possibly the hardest decision Halsey has ever made "All ships retire North.....God knows what is lurking down there""

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/25/2016 7:45:21 AM)
April 19th It has been a world Jeffery could never imagined. A child of the great Western plains of Australia, the concept of mountains, real mountains, is one he has never grasped. The Last three days have been eye opening, the hospital train wending its way slowly south towards Seattle. He has had plenty of time to think as the world slides by. He still has his leg. He still has his life. Somehow, its changed. Somehow, its gotten a whole lot more serious. He wonders about Margeret

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/26/2016 9:31:28 PM)
April 20th Kalgoorlie airfield. 25th squadron. A squadron stripped to its very core. It seems to Jack now that life is just the plane, the strip, the dust, the scrap of canvas that has become his shelter. The routine is punishing. Rise before dawn. Eat, eat whatever mix of bully beef and biscuits the cooks come up with (some days its beef and biscuits, the next, biscuits and beef) Brush the dust, the ever present dust off, then, to the flight line. They are flying in flights of 6 now, 6 up, 6 refuelling, 6 returning, or circling. The strip grows, but is still crowded, hudsons, the wirriways (the wishiways they call them, wish they would actually hit something). The Japs seem to be everywhere. There are fighters at Esperance, Oscars, yet to be tackled. Also Transports, and, it is rumoured, bombers. Tanks to the North, a division to the south, another to the south east. And tanks on the rail line east of them, where 1st Division is being led a merry chase. Yet nobody seems worried. What is there to worry about? No money problems. No relationship problems, no material problems Just his solid fighter, his friends, and a chance to fight Japs. First flight is returning. 2 come in, dead stick...one smoking. 6 have gone out, one returned early. The other 5 all are damaged. The Oscars at last???? But the pilots leap from the cockpits grinning, smiles splitting faces. Betty bombers. Unescorted betty bombers Jack curses. He's missed out. 18 betty bombers, and 8 of the barsteds shot down.

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/26/2016 9:35:25 PM)
From POTUS to Prime Minister of Australia Frank I am delighted to let you know, that in addition to the troops already en route or in Australia,, I have wrangled a new division for you, the 32nd. Its going to South West pacific command, which should keep a certain general quiet for a few days, at least. I understand the Americal has arrived, we would like to.............

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/26/2016 9:42:41 PM)
Australian Command HQ. "Port Kembla??" Frank looks at the intelligence report: 48th div planning for an attack on Port Kembla''. He eyes his General nervously. "Blamey has stripped the east coast, if this happens, we are #@!@#$!" The General shrugs. "Actually Blamey has taken an acceptable risk, we think. The Yanks are arriving, and Port Moresby is the Jap focus. If Port Moresby had been lost, yes, maybe. But that place is going to buy us time, time for the Yanks to come, time for 1st Corp. This, this Port Kembla stuff is a decoy, 48th is spread all over PNG, it will take weeks to gather it" I hope you are right General. Gods, I hope you are right 1st Corp. So much depending on first corp. If, gods, if we can get it here in one piece.

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/26/2016 9:52:28 PM)
20th April CV Enterprise. "There they are sir" Lt Jackson re focuses his glasses. There is no mistaking the shape. Lady Sara, Lady Lex, and Yorktown standing proud on the horizon. "Thankyou Jackson" Halsey gives a wry grin. "That is all our eggs in one basket now, isn't it" Yes. yes it is. 4 carriers. 2 Brit carriers. Those bloody too slow and useless R class. The entire Aussie navy.......and North of us, First Corp. And coming hard North, after us, the Japs. Akagi, Kaga, at least 2 more CV, and maybe 3 cvl. Now North of Diego. a destroyer lost today, 3 ASW ships. And seemingly every ship asking for fuel. "Don't worry Jackson, I am not going to do anything rash...I do understand 1st Corp is the mission. We keep running North, as fast as those bloody brits can go.. Its the Cape, or nothing now"

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/26/2016 9:57:30 PM)
20th April 80 miles North of Kalgoorlie 2/8th Arm regiment finally engages 2nd tank regiment. Its the Stuarts that do it, the Matildas at 9 mph simply are not in the chase today. "its like herding bloody Cats" But the Cats tail has been caught. 13 of the little mobile tin cans are destroyed today, the rest boxed in. Tomorrow, the Matildas will show Japan what a proper tank is all about.........

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/28/2016 8:52:59 AM)
April 21st North of Kalgoorlie. 2nd tank regiment, sent to sweep around the airfield and to isolate it. Now finding itself relentlessly driven North, hunted, harassed. Today, it turns south, attempts to break the chase. There are just 12 Matildas entering the plain the Japanese must cross. Its good tank country, if you own the superior tank. The Matilda is definitely the superior tank.. 25 enemy tanks burn after an hours "battle" 25 more are damaged 18 full Japanese formations landed on this great brown land 1 down, 17 to go.

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/28/2016 8:58:57 AM)
April 21st KB keeps coming North South of Addu island , it sinks a fleeing KV . It misses DD Foxhound, a ship that now believes in a million blessings. It fails to sight the allied fleet to the North. Its more than a good thing that it does.

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/28/2016 9:15:26 AM)
21st April There is not a little stress on Napiers Bridge. In fact, Captain Smith is fairly ropable "Who in the bloody hell do they want us to fuel from now?" Jason rubs his head in shared frustration "THIS message says the Resolution, where ever the hell she is" "Didn't she just emergency top up from one of the transports?" Jason looks around the ocean about them. Never, ever, he thinks, has he seen such a muddle. Carriers, Battleships, cruisers, and Transports, God, so many transports, great Liners some of them. And scattered amongst them, too few tankers. Halsey and his staff, must be going out of their minds......juggling who gets what, and how much. Some ships are on their bare arses for fuel, Napier amongst them. Smith curses " Oh to hell with it, last I heard of it, that fat cow was over there.....plot the best course you can. I am going below, call me only if some idiot really is going to run us over, or we run out of fuel, whichever happens first"

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/28/2016 9:35:14 AM)
Jason watches the refuelling with some interest. A strange feeling looking down at another ship. The Aquitania,"ex liner, might have been a nice ship, once. Now, packed to the gills with first corp troops, not so much...... "Hey Jason....your Brothers in the Navy, is this normal, you know, transports fuelling destroyers?" "You mean trying to fuel destroyers" Many decks below the guard rail Jason and most of his regiment lean against, a unusual battle is underway. From a hatch on Aquitania, a hatch perilously close to the waterline, an attempt to transfer a thick hose to a destroyer is being attempted. Jason wonders, which will occur first. Someone will get worried at the amount of water crashing through the hatch from the wakes crashing against each other, or they will run out of ropes, and hoses...... Whichever, it sure is entertaining to watch.......... A shommozle of a turn, as I :refuel ships at sea: and task forces steal fuel from each other willy nilly. End result, no ops points left, entire fleet marooned 3 hexes from map edge, KB a day at full speed away........ Crappolla!!!

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/28/2016 9:36:26 AM)
To Port Moresby from Milne Bay "Get your heads down, 2 Jap Battlewagons headed your way"

Long pig -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/28/2016 10:43:14 AM)
The Matilda is not fast or beautiful but she does hit with a mailed fist 🇦🇺 Only 17 formations left you say, I wonder how worried they are now ?

zuluhour -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/28/2016 3:34:53 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: 1275psi Jason watches the refuelling with some interest. A strange feeling looking down at another ship. The Aquitania,"ex liner, might have been a nice ship, once. Now, packed to the gills with first corp troops, not so much...... "Hey Jason....your Brothers in the Navy, is this normal, you know, transports fuelling destroyers?" "You mean trying to fuel destroyers" Many decks below the guard rail Jason and most of his regiment lean against, a unusual battle is underway. From a hatch on Aquitania, a hatch perilously close to the waterline, an attempt to transfer a thick hose to a destroyer is being attempted. Jason wonders, which will occur first. Someone will get worried at the amount of water crashing through the hatch from the wakes crashing against each other, or they will run out of ropes, and hoses...... Whichever, it sure is entertaining to watch.......... A shommozle of a turn, as I :refuel ships at sea: and task forces steal fuel from each other willy nilly. End result, no ops points left, entire fleet marooned 3 hexes from map edge, KB a day at full speed away........ Crappolla!!! I know I 've been there before.

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (2/29/2016 9:30:41 AM)
April 22nd The Japanese carriers remain near Addu. The Convoy carrying 1st Corp finally refuels, shakes itself out, and makes a clean escape towards the Cape. Its going to be a long journey. The Battleships too slip away. The Carriers remain. Still not enough fuel, or still insufficient time to distribute it all. It does not matter, they remain fixed today still hanging arses out there, with the bad guys just begging to smack them. The Japanese Battlewagons wait a day near Milne bay, allowing the last planes to evacuate the base. Japanese ships remain active in the Aleutians , he probes, we probe, a clash must soon come. Lets chase a Jap continues in West Aussie,, it is now quite simply, all about the rail line If it gets cleared, there are many more troops just waiting to rail in. Something Japan cannot afford, surely.

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (3/1/2016 8:43:31 AM)
April 23rd "Prime Minister?" Oh God, what now??........another invasion?, my bloody wife?, or, ....no, lets not go there, news of a Son? "Yes?" "Its the French Ambassador sir, Noumea again" Noumea , again. How many bloody times do we have to tell him? "Tell the bloody Frog eater, that we know the situation, that we will be doing something about it, just bloody trust us..." And pray the yank Carriers get there in time..............

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (3/1/2016 8:58:32 AM)
April 23rd 8th Tank regiment comes East down the Railway towards Kalgoorlie 1st division leisurely following. The Maltildas, well even at full speed, they follow leisurely as well. Two Tank units leave Kalgoorlie to meet it. 18th division is south of Kalgoorlie now, but seems to have decided to forego a direct assault. It too, is trying for the rails. Tank or men, the Wirriways harass them all. They hit little, but men ducking for cover cannot march. Vindicators from Kodiac venture south, run into zeros. A Nasty lesson learnt. Why the venture?.........once again, Japanese Battlewagons are coming. We prepare a reception committee. From this point on, no matter the odds, the Allies will accept a surface fight.

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (3/3/2016 10:01:43 AM)
apologies no posts 2 days in a row, spent over an hr writing, only to lose it when tried to post. Can't face go three tonight. battles to describe.............

british exil -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (3/3/2016 10:52:59 AM)
That is a real pain. Esp. when you have written a very long post. If I have to do such things, I tend to write in word then copy and paste. More work I admit, but less frustrating when a post gets lost. Still enjoying and looking at my maps I have. Thx. Mat

BBfanboy -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (3/3/2016 2:39:34 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: british exil That is a real pain. Esp. when you have written a very long post. If I have to do such things, I tend to write in word then copy and paste. More work I admit, but less frustrating when a post gets lost. Still enjoying and looking at my maps I have. Thx. Mat Just highlight all you typed and copy (CTRL-C or right mouse click) before posting. If the server eats your post, it is still on your computer's clipboard ready to be pasted into a new post window. If that dies too, you can paste yet again until you clear the clipboard with shutdown or a new "copy" command.

kaleun -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (3/3/2016 3:12:07 PM)
I just use word, and keep the word document.

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (3/5/2016 12:16:03 AM)
April 24th They have been here at Port Moresby for nearly three months now. Three months of digging holes, building bunkers, clearing firing lanes. Three months of listening to the roar of Allied aero engines snarling aloft, of watching the ever growing numbers of Japanese air frames scatter themselves on the surrounding hills, in the harbour. They have watched a Japanese task force of destroyers impale itself on the minefield. It has become easy to believe Blamey when he says "Port Moresby is a fortress, it will never fall" Many troops have even come to believe that the Japanese will never come, that "we should go over the hills, and root em out, or, enough of us here, lets send some home to Australia, and clear our land, our homes" The men of Port Moresby are confident, in themselves, in their Army, Navy, airforce. It takes Battleships Mutsu and Nagato just 2 hours to shatter this illusion, this falseness. Two hours of bombardment delivered from the dark Two hours of the great shells tearing up the field to uselessness, of destroying the port, of sinking the patrol craft, of turning supply depots so carefully constructed to pyres. Two hours to turn everything on its head When dawn comes, and they survey the smoking ruins, many, a great many share the same thought Port Moresby is terribly alone. They all are.

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (3/5/2016 12:19:50 AM)
"Admiral Halsey!" "Contact report sir, from Yorktown!, have spotted, and been similarly spotted by Japanese search plane, 10 miles south my position. Enemy has given a contact report!"' Silence falls on the great bridge. Shattered by a single, rude profanity Rhymes with duck.

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (3/5/2016 12:30:20 AM)
24th April 100 feet above the dirt , west of Kalgoorlie. Jack is in a hard bank, gasping for breath, wheeling his fighter around for another run at the black beetles scattered along the rail line, when the shadow flicks across his wing "Lookout!, Japs!' some one yells. fear dumps through him. The desert rushing so close below, already on the ragged edge of his turn, already at max top rudder........ Thoughts at the speed of light To straighten, is to die To remain, is to die To try to climb, is to die he snatches the throttle back, and pulls the stick even harder into his belly. She staggers, the Oscar roars across his nose, so close, so close, its guns spitting, shells smacking his wing, the ground rises close, so close, hard opposite stick now,, don't stall her!. don't stall her!, dust rising behind him, and clear of the desert, of the Oscar, sweat clammy everywhere......... Columns of smoke, of fire scattered across the desert........ He has 6 holes in his port wing. All, 6 of them have holes of various degree. But nobody has been lost. They had the bounce, the height. They lost 4 Jack knows it now. They all know it. We can take these barsteds............

1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (3/5/2016 12:32:52 AM)
To South Pac Command From CINCPAC Enemy TF en route Noumea, due to arrive Midnight. From SouthPac to CINCPAC We have this covered.

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