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1942 - The Bombing Of The NorthEighty planes from HirohitoFlew to Darwin incognito. On a sleepy summer morning The Japs zapped in without warning. Planes were smashed still on the ground, Their two main aims: destroy, confound. Darwin was hit all the harder, Fifty ships packed the big Harbour. No dogfight this, no honest Western, First to go down was the William Preston. The toll was heavy, eight vessels sunk, Twenty three planes turned into junk. Many perished as the docks exploded Even before the guns got loaded. Two hundred and fifty people died, And the whole of Australia lost her pride. The bombing caused a type of panic Not often seen in folks Britannic. Terrified of all things Asian Everyone thought it an invasion. Yet this was just the start of tricks, The North copped air raids fifty-six. Queensland emptied its coastal cities, The nation got the heebie-jeebies. Forsworn by Britain to its own fate Australia felt like a featherweight. But the country rose from its despair When America's Kittyhawks took to air. Closing one of our most traumatic chapters With big brother's Interceptors.
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