Apr 18 2008

Of choking dogs, Godzilla and the water absorbency of modern electronics…

Tag: Family Newsdamien @ 4:11 pm

Dear family, friends and lost people looking for internet pornography,

Raphael has wassailed me with such an emcumbered lament - for I the bard of Brazil Fair has forsaken thee and refrained from sharing my stellar wit with those less fortunate, namely you mob! In other words - he told me to write something - anything - we need content Parker get me a shot of Spiderman! A.S.A.P.

And so I have written - in fact this should have gone in my blog but I as Raph has endevoured to reformulate the Segal site I decided to post this here - I call it my ode to procrastination or why we never seem to have time to finish things we start or in other words… I’ll tell you later. It is between a rant and a whinge with touches of pathos which should get me a good review on SBS if they still have those weird foreign movies on.

Once again it is good to be back but it is funny as I didn’t realise I had even gone away.

Beijos,

Damien in Brazil

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Well once again I am here with nothing to say and what is worse - a lot of it. Please fasten you seat belts and place all hand luggage in the overhead compartments - this is going to be a bumpy ride…

We dedicated bloggers wait for the perfect moment to write our scholarly tomes, with wit and worldly wile to instruct or better yet protect our fellow human beings yet it is a wait in vain. Ash we ponder the existence of life the washing machine starts banging against the wall, someone left the fridge open and it is filled with ice and the dog seems to have left apichulinha chocolate Mr. Whippy surprise on the living room carpet just as friends are arriving for dinner.

The observation that life is not how you live but rather how you have affected those around you seems unimportant next to the dog choking on a piece of my flip flop and finally passing out - followed by frantic calls to vet, the said vet rushing here on a Saturday night and the final result of Live dog 1 - flip flop 0 and a very relieved mother, father and vet and a dog oblivious to it all as the first thing it does after all the drams is attack the foam stuffing of the sofa.

The clarify of age as a way of gauging the rise and fall of society as a moral or even egalitarian community is a challenging one with observations of “When I was a lad we used to respect our elders” and “in my day men held doors open for women” as simple yet subtle examples of the failure of our education system and a damning of the Mtv generation as a whole pale into comparison with the fact the new computer suddenly stopped working because there was too much water in it (I know: Computer + Water = BAD), but how can one guard against excessive humidity when we are too concerned with simply not freezing to death in the sub zero temperatures (ok - not really sub-zero but it is cold) and now just when we wish to debate the merits of the disaster epic Cloverfield as the movie Godzilla should have been,godzilla towel lg we have to stop everything and fix the bloody shower as the wife is screaming with shampoo in her eyes as it is freezing and the dogs have decided to start barking in sympathy with the cruel and inhuman of it all or maybe it is just the noise from the neighbour next door coming back and banging his door which set them off and then I am torn between silencing the cacophony of barking dogs with a good old newspaper on the bum or saving the screaming missus from the cold blindness of no more tears shampoo. So what would you do? More on that later …

So we contemplate the cruelty of whining about how we are too commercialized and driven to consumer excess and never take the time anymore to stop and really smell the flowers (admit it, when WAS the last time???) and play the song Beautiful by Marillion endlessly for a week until the CD starts skipping and then decide it is time to get a new copy and so it begins whether or not to trade up to a DVD or go the whole hog and get and IPOD and then if you getting and IPOD why not and IPHONE or an ITOUCH as well and finally returning home with on IPOD and ITOUCH and a IPOD shuffle just to show off to the mates at work. And then one of them shows you his new Nokia N95 cell phone with GPS and then you start to feel like a fool for buying a stupid IPOD and start lusting after a Motorola V9 with expanded memory. Smell the flowers? Better yet I can show you video of them on my Sony Digital Camera with optical and digital zoom. Finally we stay up all night download shitloads of pirateicarta-ipod-potty MP3s in some kind of minor rebellion against all this consumerism forgetting the Radiohead CD was free in the first place and that we spent the best part of our next three salaries buying things we didn’t really need in the first place and add the icing to the cake by stealing the complete collection of Marillion albums downloaded on bit torrent and then we play Beautiful and think what a pretentious load of crap it is and forget the irony of it being a top selling single of its time. Maybe we should have listen to Luka and gone out a beaten up a few child abusers - would have a lot cheaper except we can’t as we have to drop everything and substitute a coworker who is out with the mysterious condition of “Women’s problems” and who know what the hell that is but the mere mention sends chills down many a man’s spine with horror images of strange tampon commercials and that Four Corners ABC special you saw as a kid about the Dalcon Shield and how many women died and stop being such a wuss about it - suck it up there boy, women are the weaker sex but then again they can stand 36 hours of labour without morphine and we cry like babies when our football teams lose.

So who is really taking advantage of whom in the great scheme of things and then, bugger! you just remembered you forgot to go to the supermarket and the little wife is going to string you up for forgetting her bloody chocolate bikkies and that crappy little fine herb cheese holtspread that costs more than imported caviar per gram - or is it millilitre for cheese spread - I mean, it is semi-solid but it is also semi-liquid. Well it is a moot point as you are going to get an earful anyway irrespective of the density and consistency of said cheese product and then you remember Life of Brian by Monty Python “Blessed are the cheesemakers” and think maybe they know something that we don’t. Smacks of conspiracy, if you ask me and don’t even mention Harold Holt!

And so it is, another month has passed and the blog lies abandoned like that old slip and slide that was ripped when you forgot to take your keys out of your pocket and did a crazy frog belly flop jumping slide and sliced the poor thing to bits and of course discovering the meaning of the word “groining” in the process. You know where it is on the web or in the garden shed next to the umpteen half-finished projects you started with your Dremel and gave up on for lack of time, talent, blood doners or fingers.

It is still there and then when everything is quiet, in the eye of the storm when the sky is still and you think that just maybe you are going to get a full 10 minutes of quality “ME” time to post a quirky epithet it happens! Quiet - Silence - and you slowly load up your Wordpress page, login and start thinking of a catchy title that is pithy but not a cliché and it hits you … Nirvana! The perfect blog title and you are really going to become a legend with this one and make it all the way to the Webby awards only to miss out to some cross dressing TRON/Peter Pan/ Chinese Lip synching duo.
You push enter and then life coming racing up to bit you on the bum again - it’s the missus screaming again the shower has gone cold and with her shampooey eyes she can’t see enough to turn off the taps and the dogs are barking in unity with their fallen comrade so recklessly lost to the cold ablution, so you close the blog page, get up and go turn off the shower all the while getting an earful for taking so bloody long and why couldn’t you have fixed it correctly the first time. The moment becomes an epiphany - you understand what to do - and then you realise you have soaked your arms and have to change your shirt and finally forgot all about your sudden a blinding moment of clarity - “Ah tomorrow I will do and update with that humerous picture of me in a lampshade at the office party, hoho very droll Mr. Segal, very droll indeed…” yet tomorrow never comes and our blog slowly dies from abandon and the war is lost.

So there is the reason for my lateness of updates, I hope that clears everything up, sorry can’t stay, the toilet has backed up and the validity of holding the moral high ground over China for human rights abuses seems just a bit less important in the context of the lost generations while the Olympic torch winds its sorry path around the globe as you have to decide whether it is worse to cough up $100 for a plumber of try and fish around down there in the soup of nightmares. What the hell, $100 isn’t so much really and you justify the cop out as a fear of contracting one of hundreds of nasty conditions from Typhoid to Beri Beri and even the Heebie Jeebies for having put your hand into all that crap with the knowledge that if you do it life will never be the same as the phrase will echo and haunt you - “I’ll never eat Kentucky Fried Chicken again!”.

But of course I digress, you should know the solution to the conundrum that I faced so bravely - do you stop the dogs barking or save the missus from the freezing shower first?

The answer my little snowflakes is simple: Spank the dogs and they will shut up immediately, the missus however won’t shut up for hours no matter what you do. Just grin and bear it - she’ll calm down … until she remembers you forgot the cheese spread. Oh crap!


Apr 09 2008

I married my friends!!!

Tag: Achievements, Family NewsAdmin @ 10:58 pm

1772A couple of weekends ago I married my friends Ben and Michaela. I was more nervous than the groom. I gave a short speech and then into the wedding. It was fantastic. I then MC’d the reception and sang with the band. Lydia also did the make-up so we are fast becoming the wedding one stop shop in Adelaide.Everyone loved the wedding and we partied into the night!

So now I ain’t a wedding virgin -I have cut my teeth finally as a real Reverend.

Raph


Apr 08 2008

The New Segal Family Website

Tag: Family Newsraphael @ 1:23 am

OK ..OK ..OK yes I know this has taken me a while but I do get to things eventually! All family members I will give you your passwords to contribute shortly. Hope you like it. There are a few things to go like the mp3 player for Damiens and my music. and maybe a video player for some fun too.

Raph


Dec 25 2002

XMAS Message from the South Aussie Segals…

Tag: Family Newsraphael @ 7:46 pm

We are reaching the climax of the year 2002, and as it draws to a close I pause to reflect of the goings on in our country, the world as well as our own family. Lots of things have happened …

Solomon has grown so much this year it is hard to beleive that we were in the birthing room only 18months ago. He is a tall bub with lots of independence. He now can climb, say a few words, brush his own teeth with tooth paste put on his brush by himself, get himself in and out of his cot, unlock the doors, get a snack from the cupboard by himself, draw pictures (I will post some shortly), sing songs, dance, dial on the phone (He called 000 once this year). Throw a ball, chase dogs and birds, and only today taught himself to play the piano and climb a slippery dip, put a video on himself and press play, use the mouse properly on the computer, use the dvd player and go for a snooze when asked (although that is a little rare).

On a personal note I have felt quite uneasy about this world of ours that I have brought my son into. I sometime wonder if there will even be a future in this world. I hope so and with that we bring you our Christmas wishes.

Our Christmas wish is to bring peace to this world of ours that is in so much paranoia, terror  and turmoil. We wish all of those affected by the Bali bombing atrocity are comforted, if in a small way by the many strangers that have given so very generously of themselves. We wish all a very merry Chistmas and a happy new year in 2003 love Raphael, Lydia and Solomon.


Dec 30 2001

A Retrospective from Dad: Graham Segal: the first 24 hours

Tag: Family Newsgraham @ 2:27 pm

My date and time of birth are quite significant when they are considered in conjunction with the then prevailing international politico-economic situation. In point of fact, as will be seen from the factual disclosures below which I have carefully researched over a long period, I was born at the exact moment that Vice Admiral Chuichi Nagumo, Chief of Japanese Naval Operations in the Pacific, received and acted upon orders from Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto, Chief of Naval Operations in the Japanese High Command, to commence the attack on Pearl Harbour and other nations in South-East Asia; and President Franklin D Roosevelt, President of the United States, made the decision that no useful purpose would be served by further diplomatic initiatives with Japan and that the United States had to accept the reality that war with Japan was inevitable.

Of course, while he may have made that decision at that particular moment in time, he did not know when or where the hostile activities
would take place.

These three events conjuncted simultaneously at 10.15 pm December 6, 1941, Eastern Australian Standard Time, although the actual physical times at the various locations of the participants will different due to the various timezones in which they were situated.

The point that is significant here however is that the three events actually took place at the same time, plus or minus about ten minutes. Put another way, the events that are outlined below are narrated in real time.

The Birth

My mother Anne packed her small suitcase in the early afternoon of 6 December 1941 in response to the first pangs of anxiety signifying the onset of labour for her first child. As she journeyed to the Sydney War Memorial Hospital, little did she realise the cataclysmic events that were commencing to unfold around her at this very same time. The cataclysmic events that were about to unfold had been irrevocably put in train some four days earlier when on December 2 Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto, Chief of Naval Operations in the Japanese High Command had sent a coded instruction to Vice Admiral Chuichi Nagumo, Chief of Naval Operations in the Pacific, that said quite simply “Niitaka yama nobore 1208”. In code this message literally said “climb Mount Niitaka: the 8th of the 12th”, which by pre-arrangement meant that an attack on Pearl Harbour was to commence no later than the 8th December.

Admiral Yamamoto’s instruction was not entirely unexpected, although the timing was. The possibility of war in the Pacific had been brewing for some time. Japan was already bogged down in a military adventure in China and had extended its’ resources and supply lines to the point where it desperately needed the oil, rubber and other strategic resources of South East Asia. Consequently, in June 1941 Japan exercised the military option to obtain the strategic resources it needed. In July it took the first decisive step by seizing French Indo-China.

In response, the President of the United States, President Franklin D Roosevelt, who had long been suspicious of Japan’s aggressive and imperialistic ambitions in the Far East, froze Japanese assets and tightened trade embargoes that were already in place as a consequence of the earlier attacks on China. In Japan this American action simply provided the catalyst for the Military High Command to take control of the Japanese Government, a process that led inevitably to the decision that Japan would respond to the implied American threat through war.

As my mother left the house for her short journey to the War Memorial Hospital, the senior Japanese spy in Honolulu, Takeo Yoshikawa, hidden in a sugar cane farm opposite Pearl Harbour, was again observing the American Fleet and compiling probably the most important report of his clandestine career.

In his report to be shortly transmitted to Admiral Yamamoto he observed that already moored in harbour in the afternoon of 6 December were nine battleships, three B-Class cruisers, three seaplane tenders, and 17 destroyers, and that at that time a further four B-class cruisers and three destroyers were entering harbour. Yoshikawa-san noted with some displeasure that all the American aircraft carriers and heavy cruisers had departed from Pearl Harbour. His displeasure however was muted by his observance that the Americans had parked their 250 aircraft in formation on the runways close to the harbour. They were sitting ducks!

Yoshikawa-san was good at his job. Over a period of time he had studied the pattern of the American fleet’s operations. The pattern, he noted, had been for the fleet to go out on manoeuvres on weekdays and return like clockwork for two days of shore leave. It was on that important piece of knowledge that Admiral Yamamoto obtained High Command agreement to the nomination of December 7, a Sunday, as Attack Day against the United States Pacific fleet, and the other nations of South-East Asia. Yoshikawa-san’s intelligence reports had significant influence on the battle plans. Invariably, he told Tokyo, the American battleships moored in pairs. This meant that the inboard ships were invulnerable to aerial torpedoes. So the Japanese war planners changed their attack strategy and directed that their attack planes be armed with armour-piercing shells fitted with aerodynamic fins for dive-bombing.

However there was a serious problem. Yoshikawa-san had reported that it took only 40 feet of fishing line to reach the bottom of the harbour and that meant that that Japan’s aerial torpedoes, which dived to 75 feet after hitting the water in attack mode, would run aground and explode harmlessly in the mud. Responding to Yoshikawa-san’s information, Japanese military scientists quickly added specially designed wooden fins to the torpedoes to make them level off higher. Japanese pilots then flew simulations of the proposed attack virtually every day from April to November 1941. By December 2, the air strike force was highly trained and motivated for battle.

Takeo Yoshikawa’s intelligence report of December 6 was received by Admiral Yamamoto early in the evening.

As Admiral Yamamoto mused over Takeo Yoshikawa’s information, my mother entered the labour ward with some feelings of imminent urgency, little realising in the context of the conjunction of international events that were unfolding around her, the irony of delivering a child in a hospital that had been dedicated to the remembrance of the fallen in the earlier Great War; a war that had started inconsequentially and ended without any great achievement or lasting benefit for the world at large.

Admiral Yamamoto considered Yoshikawa-san’s intelligence report carefully. He ruminated that it was bad luck that the American aircraft carriers were at sea. On the other hand he sensed the good luck of the American aircraft being lined up in open formation. He knew Japan’s attack force was ready and awaiting his order: six aircraft carriers, two battleships, three cruisers, three submarines, nine destroyers, eight tankers and 423 aircraft of which 353 were committed to the assault on Pearl Harbour. It was on his orders that the Japanese fleet had been covertly repositioning itself closer to the Hawaiian Islands. He quietly composed a comprehensive message to give Vice Admiral Nagumo the important information he would need for the imminent operations. The message was encrypted and transmitted. The message to Vice Admiral Nagumo was clear. The time had come for action!

Vice Admiral Nagumo received Admiral Yamamoto’s orders to commence the attack on Pearl Harbour and the other Southeast asian targets at 10.15 pm December 6.

Coincidently, events unfolding in the War Memorial Hospital had also reached a critical point. The infant who was to become known as Graham, with a little help from his mother, forced his way into an uncertain, insecure and unpredictable world at 10.15 pm, the same time that Vice Admiral Nagumo received his formal orders to commence the attack on Pearl Harbour.

Shortly before Graham arrived at the War Memorial Hospital, President Roosevelt and his National Security Adviser Harry Hopkins had commenced reading the latest decoded secret messages between the Japanese High Command and the Japanese Embassy in Washington. Some weeks before, American cryptographers had cracked Japan’s diplomatic code and provided intelligence codenamed ‘magic’ that included the correspondence between the spy Takeo Yoshikawa and the Japanese High Command. What the President had before him therefore was an important despatch from the Japanese High Command to Ambassador Nomura, Japan’s Emissary in the United States. The despatch instructed Ambassador Nomura to immediately break off diplomatic relations with the United States.

At 10.15 pm, the moment of the birth of Graham half a world away in Sydney, and unaware of the orders that coincidentally had just been received by Vice Admiral Nagumo to commence the attack on Pearl Harbour, President Roosevelt has been recorded by historians as stating: “This means war!”
With that statement the President made the decision to abrogate further diplomatic contact with Japan and advised his senior military commanders that war with Japan was now inevitable.

But this 10.15 pm Presidential realisation was not acted upon with the alacrity demanded by hindsight.

The Background

National Security Adviser Hopkins agreed with the President that war was now inevitable. But how? When? Where? The President went to bed that night a very worried man. He had reason to be worried. He had had a politically painful defence policy controversy earlier in 1941 when in February Admiral J O Richardson, Commander of the Pacific Fleet had warned that the Pacific Fleet was vulnerable to attack in Hawaii. A consequence of the sensitivities arising from that controversy was that President Roosevelt had sacked Admiral Richardson and replaced him with Admiral Husband Kimmel, a friend of the President from his earlier work in the Navy Department.

In the period since then, President Roosevelt’s attention had been predominantly focused on the momentous events across the Atlantic, where Britain was under siege by a confident Germany, and the Soviet Union was reeling under a savage German onslaught. In fact, President Roosevelt was already engaged in an undeclared covert war with the German U-Boats that were ripping the heart out of convoys carrying supplies to Britain. President Roosevelt wished to enter the conflict against Germany, but internally in America, isolationist sentiment remained strong. Despite numerous provocations, Hitler refused to provide an incident that would unite the Americans in war.

When the American cryptographers cracked Japan’s diplomatic code and gained access to intelligence that included the correspondence between the spy Takeo Yoshikawa and the Japanese High Command, no one told Admiral Kimmel! In fact, Admiral Kimmel did not even know of this capability. Consequently, the only advance warning of Japanese intentions sent to the Pacific Fleet had said, “Japanese negotiations have come to a practical stalemate. Hostilities may ensue. Subversive activities may be expected.” In response, the only action taken by the Air Force Commander at Pearl Harbour, General Walter Short, was to protect his aircraft against sabotage. He lined up his planes on runways, wingtip to wingtip, where they could be watched. He drained their fuel and stowed their munitions. Historians say the brief messages that did go to the Pacific Fleet implied that sabotage was the worst that could be expected. Consequently, Admiral Kimmel placed no extra guard on the fleet. He approved weekend liberty (leave) for his officers and men, ordering only a limited alert. After all, there was nothing in the intelligence reports to justify placing the Fleet on full alert.

Research has uncovered that Japan’s original strategy was for an attack on the Dutch East Indies (Indonesia, a rich source of oil and other strategic materials), with a possible strike at American bases in the Philippines to protect their flank. Once they had consolidated their conquests, the Japanese proposed to confront the advancing Americans in a climactic sea battle in the central Pacific. But Admiral Yamamoto conceived of a much more daring plan. Having seen America’s industrial might as a naval attache in Washington, he convinced the High command that Japan had no hope of winning a war with the United States unless the US Pacific Fleet in Hawaii could be destroyed. Given the go-ahead early in 1941, Admiral Yamamoto began planning a surprise air strike against Pearl Harbour.

In April 1941, therefore, two conceptions occurred. Anne and Arthur Segal conceived their first child and Admiral Yamamoto, having completed his preliminary planning, formally initiated Plan Z (as the operation was to become known), by assigning the Navy’s most experienced pilots and aircrews to training for the attack on Pearl Harbour. Concurrently, military scientists and technicians began work developing the armour-piercing bombs and torpedoes that would run true in Pearl Harbour’s relatively shallow waters.

The Attack

At the time that Vice Admiral Nagumo received Admiral Yamamoto’s battle orders, the attack force was positioned 490 miles due north of Hawaii. Vice Admiral Nagumo immediately ordered his attack force to steam south under complete blackout conditions. Back in Sydney, Anne went to sleep well pleased with her efforts in producing a healthy boy of 6½ lbs.

By 6 am December 7 the fleet was quietly anchored 275 miles north of Pearl Harbour in battle formation. At 6.30 am, Vice Admiral Nagumo summoned Commander Mitsuo Fuchida, the officer who was to lead the air attack. In later interviews with Japanese publications and the Los Angeles Times Commander Fuchida speaks of the solemn moment when he told Vice Admiral Nagumo that his squadrons were fully alert and operationally ready. “Chief Nagumo held my hand tightly, half rising from his chair. ‘Tanomu,’ he replied. ‘It’s all yours’ “.

On the flight deck, Commander Fuchida later reminisced, he accepted a special headband from his crew chief. Sailors shouted and waved as he climbed into his bomber, a Mitsubishi 97, and at 7 am Commander Fuchida led the first wave of 183 aircraft into the air and south to the island of Oahu and Pearl Harbour. The die was cast.

Approaching Oahu, Commander Fuchida told his pilots to keep a sharp eye for American planes. There were none. There was no ground fire. Nothing disturbed the progress of Commander Fuchida’s squadrons. Through his binoculars, Commander Fuchida saw the American ships moored all in a row, just as Takeo Yoshikawa said they would be. He would report later that the sight had moved him to tears of joy. In Washington, Ambassador Nomura was announcing the end of diplomatic relations with the United States. In Sydney Anne and her baby Graham slept peacefully.

So to did Admiral Kimmel and General Short. They had gone to bed that Saturday night not expecting any serious trouble, let alone an attack of magnitude. The latest intelligence advice they had received was that negotiations with Japan had broken down and an attack was expected on the Philippines, Malaya, Thailand or Borneo within the next few days. Although both commanders were ordered to execute “appropriate defensive deployment” they had no reason to believe that Pearl Harbour itself was a target, let alone that an attack was imminent. As stated earlier, General Short massed his aircraft to prevent sabotage while Admiral Kimmel ordered a partial alert but did not see the need to establish sustained round-the-clock, round-the-compass aerial patrols.

To be fair, Admiral Kimmel did consider putting the Fleet to sea but decided against it because the two carriers required to provide air cover protection had been detached to deliver planes to the Marine garrisons on Midway and Wake Islands. Moreover, torpedo nets designed to protect the ships at anchor were unavailable because the Navy Department was convinced that torpedoes would be ineffective in the shallow waters of Pearl Harbour.

When Commander Fuchida was authorised to commence his attack, he was not the only commander to receive such instructions. Vice Admiral Nagumo co-ordinated a seven-point assault by attacking Malaya, Hawaii, Thailand, the Philippines, Guam Island, Hong Kong and Wake Island, all within 14 hours. Although these attacks were co-ordinated with the major attack on Pearl Harbour, the vagaries of time threw up some interesting landmarks. Contrary to popular opinion, the first offensive of the war in the Pacific was not the attack on Pearl Harbour. One hour and ninety-five minutes prior to the commencement of hostilities at Pearl Harbour, the Japanese Imperial Army landed on the beach of Kampung Pulau Pak Amat in Khota Baharu, Malaya. That force met little resistance and quickly sped south to take Singapore, but that is another story.

The Battle

Pearl Harbour had a radar warning system that had only been installed a matter of weeks earlier. It operated only part time and was used primarily for training. In the early morning shift of December 7, the radar station was operated by two privates who had orders to shut it down at 7 am when the lieutenant in charge back at the base Command Centre would stand down after completing his shift. The two privates however decided to keep the station running for practice. At 7.02 am, one of them, Private George Elliott, noticed a blip on the screen. Private Elliott later told Newsweek that he traced the blip to within 15 miles of Pearl Harbour. The blip then split up and disappeared.

Commander Fuchida had arrived!

In a furious attack Commander Fuchida’s strike force inflicted savage destruction. As he circled above directing his pilots discharge of their deadly cargo of armour-piercing bombs and torpedoes, and their departure to the safety of their carriers, he co-ordinated the second wave of the air attack. Commander Fuchida was later to report that during the second wave attack, American anti-aircraft fire was ”intense”. By 10 am the last of the Japanese aircraft had departed. Most of the killing and destruction had been done in the first wave. Although the second wave added to the ruin and the carnage, it had erred in concentrating, like the first wave, on the fleet itself. As a result, the Pearl Harbour dockyards, an exposed fuel farm and the submarine flotilla were left untouched.

Nonetheless, with a loss of only 55 men, 29 aircraft, five midget submarines and one large submarine, the Japanese had sunk or badly damaged nineteen vessels, including the entire battle line of the Pacific Fleet, in the worst disaster in United States’ military history. 2,403 American sailors, soldiers and marines were killed, nearly half in the explosion of the Battleship Arizona. 1,178 others were wounded and over 250 aircraft were destroyed.

The Japanese dropped only one bomb on Honolulu itself. There was however considerable damage to Honolulu caused by anti-aircraft shells from the guns on the American ships. Improperly fused, the shells fell by the score into the palm-shaded streets and exploded, killing more than 50 civilians.

Back in the War Memorial Hospital in Sydney, Anne awoke to the dramatic news: ‘Pearl Harbour Bombed’. Realising the implications for her and Arthur’s future with a young family in a country already fighting in the European War, and now to be challenged by a war much closer to home, she worried what that future would hold.

Graham was only worried about his next feed.

The Aftermath

Smoke was still rising from the battered ships lying in the mud of Pearl Harbour when the search for scapegoats began. Admiral Kimmel and General Short were relieved of their commands, yet in stark contrast, General Douglas MacArthur escaped censure even though his forces were caught by surprise nine hours after the attack on Pearl Harbour. Clearly, the Pearl Harbour commanders were singled out as convenient scapegoats to cover inexcusable errors of both commission and omission at almost every level of government.

There was, after all, plenty of blame to go round. In fact, a whole cottage industry grew up around attempts to prove that President Roosevelt had forewarning of the Japanese attack and deliberately sacrificed the Pacific Fleet to bring the United States into the war against Germany through the back door. Conspiracy theorists charged that the ‘master plotter’ in the white House ignored clear signals of an impending attack on Hawaii to unite the American people behind him and then had the files ‘sanitised’ to remove all traces of the conspiracy!

Pearl Harbour certainly rescued President Roosevelt from an impossible dilemma, yet it is hardly likely that he would have offered up almost the entire Pacific Fleet as a sacrifice, when those same ships would be needed to win the war. Moreover, from President Roosevelt’s point of view, a war in the Pacific was the wrong war at the wrong time in the wrong ocean. His policy was to keep Britain afloat, and a war with Japan would drain off valuable men and materials from operations against Germany, which he saw as the main enemy.

The Hindsight

The lack of timely advice and information to Admiral Kimmel and General Short is such an important feature of the Pearl Harbour debacle that it deserves close examination. A major hazard in intelligence work is the tendency to rely too heavily on a single source. President Roosevelt and his close advisers believed that ‘magic’ provided them with an infallible key to the maze of Japanese intentions. As a result, other sources were downgraded or ignored. This put ‘magic’ in the role of a double-edged sword. It gave American policymakers inside knowledge of Japanese intentions, but at the same time, it created overconfidence. ‘Magic’ however was limited to only the President, the Secretaries of State, War, Navy, and a few top military officers. This fetish for security was self-defeating, as history now shows. Neither Admiral Kimmel nor General Short were privy to ‘magic’, which would have allowed them to monitor the progress of the Japanese-American negotiations then underway in Washington, and take remedial or timely action as diplomatic events unfolded.

Messages in J-19, another Japanese naval code that had been cracked, had indicated an abnormal interest on the part of the Japanese Consulate in Honolulu in both Pearl Harbour and the movements of the Pacific Fleet, the results primarily of the work of the spy Takeo Yoshikawa. But in the latter part of 1941, the Americans were too involved with the shipping war in the Atlantic, and relied too heavily on ‘magic’ as the predominant source of Japanese interests and activities, to take proper notice of intelligence related to the Pacific.

Having failed to provide Admiral Kimmel and General Short with access to ‘magic’, Washington compounded the fault by not keeping them informed of the changing conditions. High-level intelligence and naval officers in key posts in mainland military headquarters further blundered by not making certain that the military commanders in Hawaii were on the alert, even when it became obvious to the military commanders that war was imminent. Sound military doctrine holds that a field commander should be given all pertinent information upon which to base decisions concerning the safety of his forces. Failing that, the field commander should be given explicit orders that reflect the most up-to-date intelligence information available. Admiral Kimmel and General Short received neither.

The heart of the Pearl Harbour disaster was the misuse of ‘magic’. There was no ‘clearing house’ where all the raw information on Japanese intentions could be assembled, analysed and assessed in totality. Each message represented only a single frame in a lengthy motion picture, and no one saw the entire film. Only rarely was information from one source weighed against material from another. Had there been a centralised system for evaluating the intelligence pouring in to President Roosevelt and his inner circle, the danger signals might have been separated from the surrounding noise.
The fact was that there were danger signals that were known, but they were embedded in a mass of information where the volume was so overwhelming that the crypto-analysts and intelligence officers were unable to immediately determine the significant from the irrelevant.

For example, not long after Admiral Yamamoto put Plan Z into operation, Ambassador Joseph Glew, US Ambassador to Japan, notified Washington that the Peruvian Ambassador had learned “from many sources, including a Japanese source, that in the event of war breaking out between the United States and Japan, the Japanese intended to make a surprise attack against Pearl Harbour”. The information was passed to Admiral Kimmel with an assessment that read: “Naval intelligence places no credence in these rumours.”

This flawed approach was both encouraged and compounded through American complacency, racism, a lack of foresight and a reluctance to learn the lessons of history. In the first place, the then prevailing American view was that Japan lacked the capacity to mount an attack. At that point in American history, Americans regarded Japanese as bucktoothed, bespectacled little men, always photographing things with their ever-present cameras so they could copy them. Japanese planes and ships were said to be inferior copies of American models, myopic Japanese pilots would be unable to hit their targets and Japan’s teahouse economy would quickly collapse under wartime strain. At the time, the New York tabloid PM ran an article on “How We Can Lick Japan In 60 Days”.

In fact, the reality was that there were plenty of reasons to fear a surprise attack. After all, the Americans should have been aware that the importance of the surprise attack as a battle tactic has been taught to every Japanese soldier from time immemorial. To see that one only has to read such famous novels as Shogun and The 15 Ronan. History shows, for example, that during the Russo-Japanese War (which was mediated by President Theodore Roosevelt only 36 years before Pearl Harbour), Admiral Heihachiro Togo delivered a stunning blow to the Russian Pacific fleet in a surprise attack along the Asian coast. More recently, the Americans were aware that the military intervention against China that so concerned President Roosevelt had also commenced with a pre-emptive Japanese surprise attack. The Americans therefore should have been well-prepared for the possibility that Admiral Yamamoto, like Admiral Togo before him, might consider doing the unexpected - this time against the American fleet in Hawaii. After all, Admiral Yamamoto was on record as saying that such an attack might not cripple the United States, but it would buy time while Hitler beat the Americans and British into submission in Europe. Then Japan could complete its conquest of China with impunity.

The Japanese also looked at Pearl harbour with hindsight. Admiral Minoru Genda, an important member of the Japanese High Command who had given substantial support to Admiral Yamamoto in the development of the battle plans given to Vice Admiral Nagumo, is on record as saying: ”The mistake we made was in not occupying Hawaii with the Army. If we had, and then gone on to make a surprise attack on the west coast of the United States, we might have won”.

It is perhaps trite to point out that the war that commenced coincidently with the birth of Graham in the War Memorial Hospital was the direct result of miscalculations by both Japan and the United States of each others’ intentions. Both wanted peace, but they had different concepts of what constituted peace. To the Americans it meant a cessation of Japanese aggression in China and elsewhere; to the Japanese it meant an East Asia dominated by Japan that could provide an unfettered lifeline of strategic resources that were essential for Japan’s economic development.

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Dec 22 2001

The Great Hanshin – Kobe Earthquake – a Segal Perspective

Tag: Achievements, Family News, interestingdamien @ 6:39 pm

On Tuesday, January 17, at 5:46 a.m. local time, an earthquake of magnitude 7.2 struck the region of Kobe and Osaka in south-central Japan. This region is Japan’s second-most populated and industrialized area, after Tokyo, with a total population of about 10 million.

The shock occurred at a shallow depth on a fault running from Awaji Island through the city of Kobe, which in itself has a population of about 1.5 million. Strong ground shaking lasted for about 20 seconds and caused severe damage over a large area.

Nearly 5,500 deaths have been confirmed, with the number of injured people reaching about 35,000. Nearly 180,000 buildings were badly damaged or destroyed, and officials estimate that more than 300,000 people were homeless on the night of the earthquake.

Damien and Ane were there …

The life loss caused by the earthquake was the worst in Japan since the 1923 Great Kanto Earthquake, when about 140,000 people were killed, mostly by the post-earthquake conflagration. The economic loss from the 1995 earthquake may be the largest ever caused by a natural disaster in modern times. The direct damage caused by the shaking is estimated at over ¥13 trillion (about U.S.$147 billion). This does not include indirect economic effects from loss of life, business interruption, and loss of production. Continue reading “The Great Hanshin – Kobe Earthquake – a Segal Perspective”


Nov 28 2001

Origin of the name Segal

Tag: Family Newsraphael @ 2:43 am

“Segal” was used as a surname by some Levites in Europe
beginning at the time that surnames replaced patronyms. However,
“Segal” has been used for about a thousand years as a title for
Levites, predating the use of surnames.

The correlation between “Segal” and Levite has been blurred a bit over the centuries. In English-speaking countries, Segal has been blurred with “Siegel” in the past century. In English, Segal is pronounced as “Seegl”, sounding the same as the unrelated name Siegel, used by non-Levites. Some families now having different spellings of the surname in different branches of the family as a result of blurring of distinctions between Segal and Siegel. This blurring is a recent phenomenon: previously, the names were kept distinct by the different pronunciation of Segal and Siegel in European and Semitic languages. In Hebrew, Segal is spelled “Samech Gimmel Lummid” and pronounced “sehgull”, while Siegel is spelt “Samech Yood Gimmel Lummid” and pronounced “seegull”, a distinction also found in Eurpopean languages other than English. However, not all Segals are Levites due to the spelling changes and other reasons such as adoptions. <p>
Some similar names have the same origin as Segal. For example, the name Chagall in France has the same origin. The painter Marc Chagall was a Levite. <p>
Some similar names have entirely different origins from Levite Segals. Some people in India spell their name Segal, pronounced “sehgull”. This spelling is a variant of the common family name in India of “Sehgal”. The similarity to the Hebrew name seems to be just a coincidence. <p>
The details of the origin of the name Segal are not clear. The best evidence suggests that Segal is the acronym of the Hebrew phrase “SeGan Leviyyah”, a designation applied to Levites many centuries before it was used as a surname. Using pairs of letters from “SeGan Leviyyah” to form the acronym Segal may seem troubling to speakers of English, but this is the format typically used for acronyms in Hebrew.
<p>The earliest use of this designation that we are aware of is by Rabbi Isaac ben Eliezer (d. 1070 CE), one of the great “scholars of Worms” and a teacher of Rashi. According to the Encyclopedia Judaica, Rabbi Isaac ben Eliezer was “known as segan Leviyyah-meaning a Levite”, and in Rashi’s commentary on the Talmud, Rabbi Isaac is referred to as “Leviyyah”. The acronym of Segal is used in the introduction to “Sefer Maharil”. The editor, the Maharil’s disciple Rabbi Zalman, writes of the Maharil (Rabbi Jacob ben Moses Levi Moelin, Mainz 1360-1427): “he is noted in the gates by his designation ‘MaHa”R Jacob Moelin’; however I have included as his epithet ‘MaHaR”I Sega”l’ because he was from the tribe of the Levites”.
<P>It is not clear why “SeGan Leviyyah” would be used as a title instead of the simpler designation “HaLevi”. “SeGan” is typically used in Hebrew to mean “deputy”, rendering the designation as “Levitical deputy”. Intriguingly, the Alcalay dictionary gives an archaic definition of the word “SeGan” as “(formerly) deputy to the High Priest”. This archaic definition would then render Segal as “Levitical Deputy to the High Priest”, which makes more sense. However, there were many subtleties to the priestly and Levitical designations, including the term “HaKohanim HaLeviim” used in the bible, so the designation Segal may refer to some subtle hierarchy relationship.
<p>There are other explanations for the name Segal, but these may be variants of the “SeGan Leviyyah” explanation. One is “SeGan LaKohen” or “SeGan LeKehuna’”, meaning “Deputy to the Priest”. This makes a bit less sense in terms of the acronym, but appears to state the Levitical role a bit more clearly. However, the existence of earlier sources supporting the “SeGan Leviyyah” explanation make “SeGan Leviyyah” sound more likely to be the true origin. But the “Sgan L’Kohen” explanation also has historical support in that members of the Landau family who are descended from the “Nodah B’Yehudah” would write their names as “Segal Landau”, because as Levites they were “Sgan L’Kohen”.
<p> A third explanation relates to the Hebrew word “segol”, which means the color violet, which may have been a reference to the Levite color. This explanation may be consistent with the other explanations, having been intended as something of a pun in addition to the acronyms.
<p> If you have additional information that would allow one to distinguish between these possibilities, know of other early mentions of the name Segal, or if you have additional information about the origin of the name Segal, please contact the <a
href=”mailto:Webmaster@Segal.org”>Segal.org Webmaster</a>, who will attempt to make sense of this. <p>

(Raphael’s note of Trivia: Nanna told me that she and Abe (Poppa) changed their name to Segal early on so that their name sounded less foreign. Our name came from the South Russian / Ukraine area and was originally Sokolovsky, then Segalov then Segalove and then eventually Segal. Descendended from Psachia born in Odessa Ukraine around 1770-1780).


Nov 18 2001

Out of Mind, Out of Sight.

Tag: Family Newsdamien @ 11:11 pm

I am a Segal. I know because it is written on my passport and everyone confuses me with Steven Seagal. The funny thing is he’s not even a real Segal. But what is a real Segal? What does it mean to be a “Real” Segal? I ask this question because the last few years have seen a tremendous increase in the quantity of Segals on the market so to speak and this has caused me to re-evaluate what it means to be a Segal….

When I was a boy to be a Segal meant very little, sad or offensive it may seem. No offence to our parents but I really didn’t consider my association with the original Segal nucleus (Khairon, Graham, Tariq, Rohan, Raphael and myself) as anything special. In fact facing some hard truths, at times through the screaming and shouting, accusations and tears, I honestly prayed to have been born to another family - any other family but the Segals.

I grew up a funny boy. I don’t mean that in a humorous context - I mean strange, abnormal. I didn’t make a lot of friends and those I did make I had trouble keeping up the interest in maintaining the relationship. So I went on, year after year, discarding people, making friends, discarding people ( it helped that we moved around a bit). I think my first self realization of my strangeness was when I proposed changing my high school after another move, and in so doing, ending all my social relationships and in fact giving up everyone I had worked so hard to foster as a friend. I think I spent a couple of days thinking it over but it was my choice - Mum and Dad were kind enough to accept my wishes and I left University High School for Templestowe High. There the cycle started again. Later when I finished high school I also supported our parents decision to move away - and in so doing, cutting all my ties once again.

Then I moved to Brisbane and I had the privilege to spend some of my happiest times with Rohan and his new girlfriend Julie ( You know her - Sabella Jette’s mum!). I will comment about my Brisbane times on a future occasion but for now you will not be surprised to learn I did it again. I left and went to Malaysia. From there Japan and from Japan to Brazil. All along the way making friends who I lost or left (or both) bringing me to my present state of being. I am a husband and father (Albeit a step father) and I have a small circle of friends. I will not use names here as that could hurt some of them but I realize that I still have a difficulty for relationships. I have just returned from a birthday party for one of my colleagues and looking at their happy faces I felt guilty that I don’t feel closer to them or in fact that I would really miss them if I never saw them ever again. People who like me, accept me and welcome me into their lives, their hearts and their prayers. Who ask of me nothing more than my company and even that I often give begrudgingly. And so I feel ashamed of how little I feel for others.

I am a lucky person, though. Without any real hardship I have made my way from a child to an adult without ending up a bitter, lonely person. I am reasonably happy and healthy with a wonderful wife (Who I don’t deserve) and kid who isn’t a menace (though we’ve had some moments) and people who wish to enjoy my company. Why have I written this? What does it mean - in terms of being a Segal? For me it is how I am but for you reading this I hope this serves to help you understand why we here in Brazil are sort of the LOST SEGALS. I feel distanced from you all, not geographically, but by circumstances of my own design. I haven’t tried to get into your lives, find out who you are now as opposed to when I last saw you (in most cases years ago). The occasional email here or there or the odd web chat doesn’t count. I mean to be part of your lives, your families, and you a part of ours.

This was brought home to me when I saw the picture on the first page of this website - one of Tariq, Rohan, Raphael, Talia and Kaleb. I looked at it and felt jealous because I wasn’t in that photo. Then I felt guilty because I realized I wasn’t in it, because of the life I choose (being here in Brazil) but more importantly because of the time I let pass between us all. I felt like a stranger when Tariq and Marília came here with the kids this year. The kids would tell me stories of my brothers, their uncles and there I was - the “other” uncle with nothing to share with them. I felt like an adopted child - surrounded by people but feeling like an intruder.

Ane’s family is a big Italian family where everyone meets at least once a week to gossip and catch up. I go sometimes to these get togethers more to avoid being rude than anything else. Her family have tried hard to make me feel welcome but I feel like an intruder just the same. She asks me about you all, your lives, how your kids are, what you are doing and I don’t know what to tell her. When I was staying with Mari­lia’s family in Bragana Paulista I felt exactly the same. They made and effort to reach out to me, Ane and Rafa but sadly again I let things go too long without keeping in touch. I am sorry for how I am in this respect.

This Year the Segal tribe has grown again with Solomon and Sabella Jette coming along. Two more Segals I don’t know, and I don’t want to continue like this. As this year starts winding down I would like to ask you please - let’s make an effort to keep in touch. Let’s not permit a week to go by without hearing from each other. I have been in Brazil for six years now, and it’s been more than ten years since I gave up my life in Australia.. I don’t know if or when I will ever return to Australia. Brazil is not a rich place and I don’t doubt that I am probably the poorest Segal of the lot. As such I don’t really see how if ever I would return much less bring a family of three. Even so that doesn’t mean I wish to give up on my Australian family (And Marília that means you too!). I just ask that you help me to share your lives with ours. I in turn will try to let you know what we are up to even if we aren’t up to anything at all. I intend to start an online journal - a horrible blog To let you into our lives. It won’t be a daily thing - more based on when I have something to share with you and I may host it on the Segal Site if Raph and Tariq give me a bit of space.

So what is a Segal? To me a Segal is something I have lost. A Segal is family. A Segal is a connection to something greater than yourself. Being a Segal isn’t something you’re born into. It is something you must work at. Julie has Brazilian family because She is a Segal, as does Lydia and Marília and Ane. There is no more Segal nucleus for me as I consider the best characteristic of my brothers and of myself to be our superb taste in womenfolk. My wife works hard to turn me in a human being and I think Julie said it best a long time ago in Japan when we were ALL single still. She said she preferred the Segal girlfriends over the Segal boys - that the only thing we did right was picking women who help to bring out the best in us. You may take exception to that but I have to agree( at least in my case). So here we are a big Segal brood - multi lingual, multi national, living in different worlds and each marching to the beat of a different drum.

To end this message I would like to welcome Solomon and Sabella Jette to the Segal World but I feel I should get around to doing something I have put off for far too long. I would like to welcome Kiana as well. And Kaleb. And Talia. And Lydia, and Marília and Julie. I would like to introduce you to my wife Eliane - better known as Ane and my stepson Raphael known as Rafa. My wife is an English and Spanish teacher and Rafa is still at school but getting up to the right amount of mischief for a kid. We live in the city of Chapecó in the extreme west of Santa Catarina state here in the south of Brazil. I hope you will welcome them into the Segal Family and if there is still a bit of room, would you consider a lapsed member who would like to renew his membership even though he probably doesn’t deserve it.Sorry for being the Lost Segal. When I started out using the internet my ICQ name was “Damien The Lost”. Well I would like to see if I can change that to “Damien the previously missing but who turned up unexpectedly once again.” Who know’s? It’s long but kind of catchy. Well time to pick my heart off my sleeve and put it back where it normally stays hidden. I look forward to your comments on this but please don’t hassle me about using American english spellings.

Love to all the Segals old and new and I hope that 2002 is the start of great things for our clan.