I
rise today to pay tribute to John 'Jack' Charles Bradley who sadly
passed away on 9 April 2011. Jack contributed a great deal both to my
electorate of Paterson and to our nation through his military service.
He will be sadly missed by our community. Jack was born in Newcastle on
16 June 1926 to Harry and Mary Bradley. After leaving school in year 5,
he did paper runs and other odd jobs to make money before taking a
position as a dockhand on Stockton ferries. It was during that time
that Jack realised his love of the ocean and consequently his next job
was as a seaman off the Newcastle coast.
On
22 June 1944, Jack enlisted in the Army. He was keen to serve his
country. So when his mother refused to sign his application form,
rather than accepting defeat, Jack got the barmaid to sign it. Accepted
into the Australian infantry as private No. NX203909, Jack completed
six months at Singleton training in the 41 2nd Infantry Training
Battalion, followed by 28 days at Canungra Jungle Warfare Camp. From
there he was posted to Cowra and on 27 August 1945 he left Australia on
the first embarkation of the MV Duntroon
to Changi, Singapore. Like many diggers, Jack never spoke much about
his time at war except to say that he was on the first ship to release
prisoners of war and the first person he saw was his mate whom he did
not recognise except for his hair. He was discharged on 28 November
1946.
Following
his time in the Army, Jack took a job at BHP before going back to work
on the ocean he loved so much. He then met, fell in love with and
married Doreen. Over the next few decades, he and Doreen made their
mark on the Port Stephens community through their tireless volunteer
work. You would be hard pressed to find anyone on the peninsula who did
not know Jack and Doreen. In 1993, Jack had his first colon cancer
operation, followed by another in 1997. After suffering with
Alzheimer's, he sadly passed away on 9 April 2011. It is right that I
should pay tribute here today to Jack, who fought for our nation and
served the Paterson community with the highest distinction. For Jack,
as long as he had money in his pocket it was Christmas Day—such was his
outlook on life.
To
Doreen, I say you will have your good days, you will have your tough
days but you will always have your memories and, more importantly, you
will always have our support. John, may you have found peace, may the
wind in heaven always be at your back and may the seas be smooth. God
bless you. You will be sadly missed.