3 February 1984 - 1:00 pm
Prime Minister's Office, Parliament House
Canberra, ACT
Prime Minister Bob Hawke and Governor-General Ninian Stephen both sat stiff and upright in their chairs, giving their full attention to the man speaking, Vice-Admiral David Leach, Chief of the Naval Staff.
"Fortunately for us at the moment, most of our vessels are in port. Those that are still out there have been ordered to return, and are at most two or three days out. Now, once the ships are back, they will be refueled and resupplied. Their crews will be confined to base. All ships will be ready to sail at a moments notice."
Governor-General Stephen nodded at Vice-Admiral Leach. "Thank you, Admiral." As Commander-in-Chief of Australia's armed forces, he was chairing the meeting. He next looked towards Air Marshal David Evans, Chief of the Air Staff. "Air Marshal?"
"Sir, we are currently preparing to relocate our aircraft from our main, larger airbases and air bases in the cities to more remote ones. This way, we will preserve our air strength by moving our planes from likely Soviet target areas. We will also utilise rural airports; at least the ones with runways that can support our aircraft. All necessary support crews and supplies will be moved out as well. If war does break out and there is a nuclear exchange, we can move back to any of the major bases that survive fairly quickly."
Next, the Governor-General looked towards General Peter Gration, Chief of the General Staff. "And the army, General?"
"Sir, the order to call up our active and inactive reserves will be given this afternoon. We will then be evacuating our troops from the major cities to barracks and camps in more rural locations, much for the same reason the Air Force is moving their aircraft. However, we will not be moving
too far out. We want our troops in a position to move back into the cities rapidly to maintain order and give any assistance, if necessary. We are treating this as we would treat an overseas deployment, so rest assured our troops will be fully equipped and supplied for a long-term operation."
At the conclusion of their presentations, Prime Minister Hawke thanked and shook the hands of each Chief of Staff.
"Thank you for the good work, gentlemen. I'd like to ask that the Governor-General and Air Chief Marshal McNamara stay behind for a moment, if they don't mind. I just have a couple of questions for them."
After the Chiefs of Staff departed, Prime Minister Hawke, Governor-General Stephen, and Air Chief Marshal Neville McNamara, Chief of the Defence Force Staff, returned to their chairs.
"There are a couple of things I would like to quickly go over. First is the evacuation of the government from Canberra. If we have to leave quickly, I think we need a central location where we can carry on. Someplace accessible, but rural, and someplace the Russians wouldn't hit. Can you think of any place like this, Air Chief Marshal?"
Air Chief Marshal McNamara pursed his lips slightly as he mulled the question over.
"Well, Prime Minister, I would suggest Wagga Wagga. It is accessible by air, rail, and road. There are two military facilities nearby where the government can work securely. Here in Canberra, we can have No. 34 Squadron keep aircraft on standby at Fairbairn to take anyone there."
The Prime Minister looked over at the Governor-General and smiled.
"What do you think, Ninian? Care to take a holiday in fabulous Wagga Wagga?"
The Governor-General chucked.
"Oh, I can't wait, Bob. It does sound like it will serve our purpose, though."
Back to a serious tone, the Prime Minister brought up a subject he really would not rather talk about.
"There is something else we will need your help with. The Defence Minister suggested to me that refugee camps and food distribution centres be set up near military facilities. He reckons it would allow our forces to maintain security easier."
The Air Chief Marshal nodded his head as he listened.
"It can be done, I believe. We can begin setting up the camps now and have them ready. I suppose having them near a military facility will make it easier for civilians to find them if needed. It also may provide a psychological effect. They'll feel safe and secure with the military, and less likely to cause trouble."
The Prime Minister relaxed his face and smiled, glad to have a difficult topic out in the open.
"I would like to have the Defence Minister and Chris Hurford, the Minister of Housing and Construction, working with your people on this."
Air Chief Marshal McNamara smiled and thought to himself "Civilians. Politicians.
Shit."
"We would be grateful for their assistance, Prime Minister. I will have the Deputy Chiefs meet with them and forward proposals to you and the Governor-General."
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3 February 1984 - 7:30 pm
The Lodge
Canberra, ACT
Robert Neale, the Director-General of the National Archives, smiled as he took a seat in a plush couch in the library in the Lodge.
"Thank you for a nice meal, Prime Minister. Best bit of lamb I've had in awhile."
Prime Minister Hawke laughed.
"You're right. It was bloody good lamb."
A few awkward moments passed before the Prime Minister spoke again, now in a more serious tone.
"Mr. Neale, I brought you here tonight to ask you to head up a special project for me. You know the world is going to shit and that the government is making plans for the worst. I want you to create a team with the directors of the War Memorial, National Gallery, Historical Film Registry, and any other museum you see fit to identify, catalouge, crate, and transport Australia's important documents and artifacts for safe keeping."
Robert Neale was stunned for a moment before he was able to muster out a question.
"Transport...transport them where?"
"The Broken Hill Ore Deposit. It can be moved there by rail You'll have the assistance of the military for loading, unloading, transport, and security."
Robert Neale stammered as a thousand thoughts raced through his head.
"Um...um...a mine. Well...that may not be the ideal place to store these..."
The Prime Minister interrupted.
"But its the best we can do for now. Hopefully, these things won't be down there for long, but it is essential that we preserve Australia's history and heritage."
The Prime Minister could see that Robert Neale was overwhelmed.
"I know its a big job, but I know you can do it. Australia counts on it."
As he left the Lodge, Robert Neale was able to regain his composure. A lot had been accomplished on this day, but there was still a lot more to do. Prime Minister Bob Hawke went to bed, dead tired.