Remembering Cyclone Tracy
Honoured guests.
My fellow Australians.
Fifty years ago, children across Darwin went to bed dreaming of Santa Claus and Christmas and awoke to a nightmare.
The sound of torrential rain gave way to the screech of corrugated iron as sheets ripped from roofs hurtled through the sky and scraped across the ground at over 200 kilometres an hour.
Windows shattered.
Trees uprooted.
Cars upended.
Fibro walls torn clean away.
An entire city almost wiped off the map.



