How NCOs Keep Trainees Going

Have you visited us yet? Fridays from 5 pm at Tanunda Recreational Park. Visitors are welcome. 

A Story About Corporal Hale, a training officer.

Corporal Mina Hale tightened her boots at dawn on a remote training range outside Townsville, the cicadas a steady, familiar drum. She’d joined the Australian Defence Force to see the world, but years of deployments had taught her the quieter lessons: how to listen, how to steady someone whose hands shook, how to find humour in the smallest moments.

That morning they were running a joint exercise with reserve medics. A young recruit, Pte Jonah, froze during a casualty simulation — the scenario had triggered memories of a real convoy ambush he'd read about. 

Mina walked over without fanfare, crouched, and asked one simple question: “What’s the first thing you see?” Jonah blinked, focused on a tiny, pointless sticker on his own sleeve. The distraction broke the spiral. Mina guided him through breaths and tasks, and together they finished the drill cleanly.

Between exercises, Mina told stories about her grandmother, who had ridden horses and fixed radios during wartime. She spoke softly about leadership as service, not rank. The recruits listened, laughter and quiet questions weaving through the air like the smoke from their morning tea. Later, when the skies went gold, Mina and Jonah sat on the back of a truck, sharing stale biscuits and a thermos. He admitted he’d worried he’d never be steady under pressure. She pointed to the horizon and said, “You don’t have to carry it alone.”

Years later, Jonah would recall that day not for the drills but for a corporal who taught him courage wasn’t the absence of fear but the steadying hand that lets you act despite it.

In small, patient ways — a word, a gesture, a story — ADF personnel like Mina keep one another ready, resilient, and human.

The Mothers of Veterans

Mother waits for her son's return

Australia`s greatest naval tragedy took place in November 1941 off the Western Australian coast when the Royal Australian Navy cruiser HMAS Sydney II engaged a German armed raider Kormoran with the loss of both ships. 

Apart from two pieces of debris, no sign was found of Sydney or the 645 aboard. It was the largest loss of life in the history of the Royal Australian Navy (RAN), and the largest Allied warship lost with all hands during World War Two.

The two wrecks were eventually located in March 2008.

At the Geraldton, WA memorial to those who perished in this event, the dome has 645 doves cut into it.

Mothers have always waited anxiously for their sons to return from active service and this lovely story below relates one of them in one of Australia's recent conflicts:

Maggie stood at the edge of the jetty in Batemans Bay, salt breeze tangling her hair, watching the horizon she’d watched since Tom was a boy. He had always loved the water—building rafts from driftwood, learning the names of birds—and when he joined the ADF it felt like the sea had simply become larger. She thought of the first letter that arrived in a plain brown envelope, the neat handwriting she recognised instantly. “Mum,” it began, “I’m learning to steer by the stars.”

Their mornings settled into a gentle rhythm. Maggie would make two cups of tea—one for herself, one for the empty chair—while she read the local paper and folded Tom’s old shirts into the bottom drawer, the one he’d left a loose button on as if he might call back and ask for it. On weekends she volunteered at the RSL, knitting small beanies for babies born to partners of service members and brewing too-strong coffee for the veterans who told stories in low, proud voices.

When Tom came home on leave, the house filled with his easy laugh and the smell of eucalyptus from his boots. They’d walk the headland and he’d point out constellations the way he’d learnt them on deployment, and she’d tell him trivial things she’d noticed—Mrs. Lee’s garden had bloomed early this year, the bakery had a new loaf. He listened, patient and present, and somehow the ordinary details stitched the months apart into one continuous life.

The night before he left again, they sat on the verandah and watched the fishing boats slip past under a silver moon. “Come back to my garden,” Maggie said softly. Tom squeezed her hand. “Always, Mum,” he said. Later, when the letters resumed and the jar of small shells on the windowsill grew thicker, Maggie would read them aloud to the gum trees—an offering to the land that had kept them both steady through every tide.

- Author unknown

PS: Are you the mother (or wife) of a veteran? Do you have a story to tell us? Let us know in the comments below.

Thanks to our Supporters - ANZAC Day Events

Support those who support RSL Tanunda. 

It begins with our memorabilia sales:

Twice annually, before ANZAC Day and Remembrance Day we hold two days of sales kiosks outside Foodland Tanunda that generously allow us to use its premises.

And ends with ANZAC Day's commemorative service:

This year an inordinately large number of people attended our service and our RSL Hut at Tanunda Recreation Park for the traditional GUNFIRE BREAKFAST (That always includes a tot of rum, usually donated by Mr Tony Pasin, MP)

At 11 am veterans, serving members and others march from Basedow Road along Bilyara Road to the RSL Hut.

Flag carriers and Pipe Band approach the Hut

At the Hut, located within the Tanunda Recreational Park in 1947, we hold a luncheon that is attended by a large number of supporters and members.

This year, the $10 lunch excelled itself - the best lunch ever with chicken and salad, many add-ons, and orange juice and at-cost refreshments from our well-stocked bar. Non-alcoholic drinks are also provided.

Everyone who attended our Luncheon seemed to have a great time and there were many interesting stories told.

During the Luncheon the winner of this year's ANZAC Day Poetry Competition had her poem read and received a very handsome plaque. 

The poem had also been read at our Dawn Service.

Our Management Committee and members thank everyone involved in our major annual event and if you couldn't make it this time, we look forward to meeting you either at our Remembrance Day event on 11 November or on 25 April 2027.

In the interim, our Hut is open most Friday evenings from 5 pm and visitors are always welcome.