We were a ragtag assemblage, a collection of outsiders. We were the Ticks, the Dagos and the Slavs. We were the Wogs, the Balts the Reffos, the New Australians.
Whatever we were, and whoever we were didn’t matter anymore, for this was a new land, and we would be a new people.
We had funny surnames, spoke foreign tongues and ate funny food, but in that hot, thrown-together camp, we were for once the same. We were together. We were Australian