Brereton war crimes report fallout: what now for Australia's elite special forces?
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One squadron will effectively be disbanded but there is likely to be a broader restructure of the whole SAS regiment
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One squadron will effectively be disbanded but there is likely to be a broader restructure of the whole SAS regiment
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It’s time we think hard about the heavy burden of our fairytale on those we entrust to kill in the wars of our politicians
The long-awaited report into the alleged war crimes of Australian special forces soldiers will be out next week and will expose the gaping chasm between the myth of the exceptional, idealised Anzac troop and the dirty realities of war.
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There are plenty of monuments to war dead but few to doctors and nurses who died saving thousands during the Spanish flu
This pandemic Remembrance Day offers a unique opportunity to more honestly parse Australia’s war experience and how its storification has eclipsed other national narratives of immense pain and struggle.
Very few things about war are certain. But here’s a couple. Politicians wage it. Young (mostly) men fight it. And when things go wrong these soldiers pay the price – with their lives or future wellbeing.
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Terminating John Blaxland’s contract without any adequate public explanation is clearly not in the interests of transparency
A decision by Australia’s cyber spy agency, the Australian Signals Directorate, to change the author of its partially written official history raises questions about the organisation’s purported desire for greater transparency.
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Australia’s telling of the Pacific war story is correctly replete with Japanese atrocities. But crimes against Japanese prisoners do not feature prominently
Seventy-five years after the end of the second world war in the Pacific, the human suffering of millions of combatants and civilians is easily overlooked in a binary focus on allied victory and Japanese surrender.
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An inquiry into allegations of war crimes committed by a small number of elite troops in Afghanistan is expected to report imminently. Can the regiments survive the fallout?
In the heart of the Australian War Memorial hang twin portraits of Ben Roberts-Smith, the most decorated soldier of his time and now its most controversial former special forces warrior.
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Beauty is harder to find these days – sometimes it’s in places you mightn’t have noticed before
Beauty can be elusive these dark days.
Eyes widen with wariness above masks, multi-patterned and coloured flourishes that defy the pandemic’s gloom, as we widen our passage on the street and in the supermarket.
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Artists who may not themselves use or have regular access to the internet may be producing work that is only sold online right now
Quarantining remote Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander communities has protected many vulnerable First Nations people from Covid-19. But it has been to the necessary detriment of local economies.
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My Brother Jack and Clean Straw for Nothing both won the Miles Franklin, but his third in the trilogy – which mirrors the author’s own life amid a changing Australia – is the most elegant and melancholic
I frequently reread the Australian novels of my youth – and few more so than George Johnston’s autobiographical “Meredith Trilogy” of My Brother Jack, Clean Straw for Nothing and A Cartload of Clay.
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Overwhelming on a human scale, the Indigenous remains held at the South Australian Museum speak to a terrible stain on Adelaide’s past. But justice is coming
WARNING: Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander readers are warned that the following article contains descriptions of deceased Indigenous persons.
An unnerving echo cracks the silence as the key turns the tumblers inside the heavy lock – a brassy, rasping click, click – before the door opens on to a pitch-black temporary ossuary for thousands of lost and restless dead.