Quite recently, I, Slavoj Morrison, received many emails and letters denouncing my article on the Great Emu War of 1932 and the new insight and information I provided concerning it. I was sadly disappointed at the lack of faith my consistent readers seem to have developed in my writing and researching abilities. I had set out to shine new light on a battle that had been discreetly been brushed under the rug by its administrators, but in return for this deed, I was laughed out of several magazine interviews.
Clearly, this was because I had not provided nearly enough detail concerning the emu's strategy and battle tactics. In this piece I will attempt to continue the research I began in my first piece on the Great Emu War of 1932.
To show an example of the emu group's excellent strategy and perceptiveness, one of my sources and a good friend of mine, Dr. Beachcombing of strangehistory.net recounts one of the incidents which occurred near the end of the war:
"The greatest battle of the campaign took place on 4 November. An Australian machine gunner O’Halloran had set up a hidden gun behind a dam wall and watched amazed as a thousand emus approached his position. He waited till they were upon him and then gave the order to open fire. Twelve emus fell in quick succession and then the machine gun jammed…
A subsequent attempt to kill emus involved mounting a machine gun on the back of a lorry and driving it after a small group. Not a single bird was killed, not a single bullet was shot (the gunner had problems enough hanging on) and a stretch of fence was destroyed when the truck careered into it.
The campaign was ended by a series of mocking questions in the Australian Parliament on 9 November of the same year. When one wag asked whether their would be medals given for the campaign, a representative from Western Australia, A.E.Green made the point that the medals should be given to the emus who had ‘won every round so far’.
In fact, the most authoritative account of the war pays tribute to the emus themselves, who are often sold as the recipients of human stupidity, but who were actually wily guerrillas. "
Here is a portion of the aforementioned account:
Hopefully, in the future, blog readers will take his work more seriously, as it is very important and significant in the historical realm.‘Each mob [of birds] has its leader, always an enormous black-plumed bird standing fully six-feet high, who keeps watch while his fellows busy themselves with the wheat. At the first suspicious sign, he gives the signal, and dozens of heads stretch up out of the crop. A few birds will take fright, starting a headlong stampede for the scrub, the leader always remaining until his followers have reached safety."
