In the event of a… well

I live just beyond a stone’s throw from Sydney’s biggest army barracks/training area, Holsworthy, and occasionally they do training exercises which are a little… loud. Like this morning, when someone decided a bright idea would be to have a heavy munitions drill within window-rattling distance of the residential areas.

Goooooooooooood morning Holsworthy! Hope you enjoy the sound of multi-inch shells blowing up bits of the countryside while you’re having your corn flakes.

Having recently read Tomorrow, When the War Began, I wonder whether I’m being a little paranoid in considering whether, in the event of an invasion, I would be first to know (since it’s the army barracks after all), or the last to know (since these things go on all the time).

It’s one of those things you’d like to know, ideally.

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