My Way: Wireless Spy, Then Doctor
By Paul Moffitt
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In My Way, Paul includes stories of murder and suicide (attempted or successful) by cyanide, arsenic, thallium, shotgun, or rifle in different towns, cities, and countries; tales of accidental problems caused by consumption of black licorice or the near collision of large ships at sea; serious stories of doctors and patients; and some lighter stories as well, along with some personal opinions.
Meant to both entertain and teach, this book offers insight into Paul’s long and interesting life, telling an array of tales—from the fascinating to the frightening.
Paul Moffitt
Paul Moffitt rejected attending university in 1942 to become an Australian soldier intercepting Japanese wireless messages. Post-war, he became a doctor in many different fields and started the first Diabetes Education and Stabilization Centre in Australia. Having received the Order of Australia, he is still active in teaching a high standard of medical practice.
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My Way - Paul Moffitt
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Contents
Reader Comments
Preface
Medicine Must Wait
The Sea Is a Dangerous Place
A Doctor at Last
Just Another Day in General Practice
• Mr Slipped Disc
• The Things We Do
• Re-Bore
• Husbands Beware
• Tommy Calendar and the Giant
• Postscript
Come Urgently, Doctor
• Crying Wolf
• Threatened
• A Gaping Hole
• Call Me Master
• Addendum
Poisoning with Intent
• Aunty Thally
• The Fisher Family
• Stanley Jones
• Mr X
Poisoning by Accident
• Deadly Cough Drops
• Black Licorice—Too Much of a Good Thing
• Quinine with Metoprolol
In the Ring
• Brian Sams: The Fighting Coal Miner
• Lionel Rose: Sweat and Tears
• Pat Rafter: More Sweat
• Al Burke: Wrong Diagnosis
• Allan Williams: The Quiet Performer
• OTHER CHAMPIONS
Leaving Cessnock
• The Sense of Smell
• The London Years
o Everyone Needs a Friend
o Saved by Being Learned Proper
Doctor at Sea
Up There for Thinking
• Fooling the Taxman
• Just a Little Way Now
The Basics of Diagnosis
• Palpation
• Percussion
• Auscultation
• Your Role Is Important
Making Ward Rounds
• Imposters
• Psittacosis
• Charcot’s Foot
Contributing to Medicare: The Pros and Cons
The Doctor and the Law
No Laughing Matter
What Happened, Doc?
Ben, Vince, and a Thing Called Superfoetation
The Beginnings of Diabetes Education
Some Wry Observations
• Conversation with Jodie
• Addendum
• Aural–Oral Synchronisation Syndrome
• The Pendulum
• Commonsense
• Moffitt’s Foxhole Test
Reader Comments
It is the best book that I have ever read including textbooks and so informative. I could not put it down. Dr Joe Davis, ophthalmologist (personal communication)
I can honestly say that this book (apart from the Bible) is the best. Bernadette Barry, New Zealand
I learnt something useful in THE SENSE OF SMELL… about how ladies tend to not be able to smell their own perfume after it has been on awhile … and I thought it wasn’t working properly!!
You know, the thing that keeps coming through to me from reading this book is your own massive personal knowledge, both practical and theoretical, your keen observation, your sense of humour and of the ridiculous, and your ability to place events in a time that we older generation
can recognise and appreciate. Dale Bailey, schoolteacher/grazier
How very kind of you to send me a copy of My Way. I have already started reading it and am enjoying your fresh style and ready wit immensely. Congratulations.
I so much agree with you about good history and physical examination. I often preach the same lesson myself.
Congratulations on excellent work. Professor Sir Gustav Nossal, Australian of the Year 2000 (personal communication)
I really loved all the stories from your young days in the army (what a valuable AWOL that was for the navy) through the great yarns of GP in Cessnock and later through your specialty years and ending with your massive contribution to the management of diabetes. Your obvious enjoyment and satisfaction in your work is shared by many of us, not least of all me, and it was a delight as a reader to share your pleasure in sound diagnosis based upon clinical findings while at the same time mourn its diminishing emphasis with the rise and rise of technology. Your patient’s answer to when did your budgie die?
had me laughing out loud. Dr Kim Ostinga, orthopaedic surgeon (personal communication)
I have read your book My Way from cover to cover with huge enjoyment and admiration! I think it gives those who never had the privilege and pleasure of having known you some insight into your unique character and style. Your clinical acumen, honed carefully in Cessnock, London and then Royal Newcastle Hospital, really shines through in these fabulous stories. etc. Professor Pat McGorry, Australian of the Year 2010 (personal communication)
In 1977 I came to Newcastle as Professor of Medicine and met Paul Moffitt, who had transformed the way that patients were treated, making them Individuals. This was by forming Diabetic Education Centres that spread throughout the world. His unique and engaging style of communication has resulted in an exciting collection of stories about life as a young doctor in the mining towns of the Hunter. Stories that make you realize how much you can gain by listening to your patients. Professor Trefor Morgan, Foundation Professor of Medicine, University of Newcastle (personal communication)
Preface
Good fortune has introduced me to many unusual people and situations during and prior to my sixty-three years of medical practice. (I started practice in 1953 and ceased full-time practice in 2003, at age seventy-eight, but I remained a registered medical practitioner, treating friends and former patients for free, until 2015.) My experiences throughout a long life have ranged from fascinating to frightening, and I wish to share some of them with you.
I begin these reminiscences by describing my more than three years as an Australian soldier intercepting Japanese wireless messages during World War II and my wonderment at how a fake Akagi, impersonating the real aircraft carrier Akagi prior to its attack on Pearl Harbor, could have deceived US wireless interceptors. I write of these events of seventy years ago because they may be interesting and informative, but also because most of my readers would not have been born at that time, would not have experienced the fear of being invaded by a ruthless enemy, and may not realise the importance of present-day spying in the protection of Australia. We do not want Australia to ever be a battlefield.
In these pages, there are stories of murder and suicide (attempted or successful) by cyanide, arsenic, thallium, shotgun, or rifle in different towns, cities, and countries; tales of accidental problems caused by consumption of liquorice or the near collision of large ships at sea; serious stories of doctors and patients; and some lighter stories as well, along with some personal opinions. All have been chosen to entertain and teach. Some may make you laugh, some may make you sad, and some may make a big difference to your health or that of your child.
I have written this book for a number of reasons—firstly, to recount, as one of the three persons on the bridge of HMAS Ararat, the reason that ship nearly caused a collision of warships at sea and how it was avoided; secondly, to let the public know that, at the height of World War II, the value of spying was demonstrated when General MacArthur’s Central Bureau informed all personnel who were spying upon Japanese wireless messages to and from their army, navy, and air force (including me) that the Japanese were about to change their form of Morse, and we were even informed of what the new form would be; and thirdly and most importantly, to express my disquiet at some present-day doctors’ reliance upon technology for diagnosis rather than a physical examination of the patient—an examination that might often lead to an immediate and accurate diagnosis. I have surrounded these three major topics with a number of unusual true stories that will, I hope, make you read and enjoy every word. Finally, I wish to record the responsibilities of an Australian citizen and then doctor during the last half of the twentieth century.
In the process of reading these stories, most readers will learn a lot about human anatomy and its function. All but one of the stories is true; the figment of my imagination is an existing but previously unnamed condition that you will instantly recognise. The names of a small number of people are fictitious, even though their deeds may have been meritorious, and occasionally I have changed some features in order to misdirect the identification of an individual.
It is with gratitude that I thank Mike Turner for his thorough explanations of German mining off Australia’s coast and how our ships undertook minesweeping. Ron Tuft and Max Quayle taught me some of the rules of the sea governing avoidance of collisions. My nephew Stuart Hibberd advised me about radio signals, and Brian Sams refreshed my memory about the art of fisticuffs. My son Christopher guided my computer involvement, and my grandson Vaughan, with consummate ease plus a great deal of time, arranged the publication of this memoir and designed its cover, while my sister-in-law Margaret Moffitt spent countless hours correcting my mistakes and advising against publishing some of my gems.
Medicine Must Wait
A t the age of seventeen, having completed the NSW Leaving Certificate, I applied in November 1941 for enrolment in the faculty of medicine at the University of Sydney. Japan had not yet entered the war, and I felt no compulsion to fight in Europe, so I was untroubled by the thought of being at university whilst others fought in Europe. Anyhow, I was only seventeen years old, and conscription was still a long way off (eligibility commenced on one’s eighteenth birthday, but in reality the call-up didn’t happen till many months later).
My thoughts about war service underwent a U-turn, however, when within three months Japanese forces sank the American Pacific Fleet at Pearl Harbor, Darwin was bombed (more bombs were dropped on Darwin than on Pearl Harbor), Britain’s newest battleships HMS Prince of Wales and HMS Renown were sunk off the coast of Malaysia, and Japanese armed forces came within a mere three hundred miles of Australia. Although still a seventeen-year-old, I knew that it was not the time to be at university. Many men, however, thought that university was the perfect place to keep away from the fighting, and a quota was therefore brought in to keep such people from flooding universities.
On 12 March 1942, W. A. Selle, registrar of the University of Sydney, wrote stating that I had been accepted into the faculty of medicine for 1942. The letter ended with the words: If you do not intend to enter the University this year, please advise me by return post so that another candidate can be given a place.
My father understood when I told him that I wanted to fight. He said, Son, you might get an arm shot off, and you cannot be a doctor with one arm, so I will get you a job in the bank, and you can always return as a one-armed bank clerk if that happens.
So I declined W. A. Selle’s offer, and it was another twelve years before I became a doctor. The person who took my place at the University of Sydney would have been seven years senior to me when I finally became a doctor. You will understand why I dislike, with some exceptions, people who commenced university studies in 1942 or 1943 —the Japanese were in Timor and New Guinea, and Australia was fighting for its life. The danger of invasion had passed by 1944.
Within days, I was a bank clerk at the Rural Bank in Martin Place, Sydney, and broached the subject of enlistment when I turned eighteen. I was informed that the bank would not re-employ me after the war if I volunteered to join up within a year of commencing employment. So I could not enlist. However, the bank could not stop the militia from calling me up in about nine months’ time, so the solution was obvious. I went to the Citizen Military Forces (CMF) recruiting centre in Manly and told the sergeant of my problem, with the result that he gave me an appointment for a medical examination on the day after my eighteenth birthday—many months earlier than it would have been.
During my last six weeks as a seventeen-year-old, I lived in Manly and commuted by ferry each day. The ride on a Manly ferry is always a joy, but the short walk from Martin Place to Circular Quay improved the return trip from the Rural Bank. The reason was a sign that cheered me up immensely. It was on the window of an office on the first floor of a building, announcing in gold letters:
SAMUEL GROCOCK ARTIFICIAL LIMB SPECIALIST
Samuel had apparently chosen his occupation as a birthright.
* * *
Having passed the army medical examination, I became a member of the CMF and altered my age in my pay book (I still have it) to nineteen years, which permitted me to transfer to the Australian Imperial Force (AIF).
My life as a spy began with my involvement in the interception of Japanese radio messages on 30 May 1942, two days after I became an Australian soldier. My eighteenth birthday had been a fortnight earlier. Some hundreds of us new recruits were sitting in a grandstand at Sydney Showground, pencil, paper, and writing board in hand, as we faced an army version of an intelligence test—or perhaps it could be more accurately described as a lack-of-intelligence test.
No one present realised that a few kilometres away, three Japanese miniature submarines were manoeuvring to enter our harbour. Nor did we know that, at the same time in Britain, the crews of one thousand bombers were preparing for a raid of previously unsurpassed magnitude that would destroy Cologne but leave the Cologne Cathedral standing majestically amid the rubble. Four hundred and thirty-eight Germans would die within the next thirty-six hours, and London’s Daily Express would display the headline Vengeance Begins.
Twenty-one sailors, only a mile or so from where we sat, would die from a Japanese torpedo fired in Sydney Harbour. Also, as we sat oblivious in the pavilion, an American fleet was secretly approaching Midway Island in order to ambush a Japanese invasion fleet designed to destroy American aircraft carriers.
Having been told to write our name and army number upon each sheet of paper and directed how we were to subsequently pass them for collection, we had instructions shouted at us by one of three NCOs standing by a folding table at the foreground of the stand: The first test is a sum. Add five and four then take away three. Write your answer on the paper and pass the page to the aisle for collection.
We watched as the NCOs collected the pages and sorted them into two piles. The sergeant then took the smaller pile and called the men, one by one, to the front of the grandstand. Another NCO appeared, and the men were marched away with their destiny unstated. I felt sure that they were not destined for the Pay Corps. Australian newspapers today, seventy years later, report that our schools are neglecting mathematics as our students’ ranking in the world slips ever backward, but that simple sum confirmed that it was not high in 1942.
Further tests were carried out during the day. One that I recall involved a wooden box measuring about 20 x 12 x 2.5 centimetres. There were slots in the left and right walls with a lever protruding from each slot so that the box appeared to have a left and a right arm. When the right-hand lever was pressed from the top of the box to the bottom or in the reverse direction, the left one moved in exactly the same direction. Our task was to draw a diagram of the mechanism concealed within the box.
At the end of the day, about thirty of us were told that we were to join a new signals unit that had been formed less than two weeks previously, and within days we were in Bonegilla camp as members of Australian Special Wireless Group (ASWG), a unit with a nucleus of about thirty men who had just returned to Australia after fighting the Germans, Italians, and Vichy French in the Middle East. Their task had been to intercept enemy wireless messages, and after escaping from Greece and Crete, they were involved in the campaign in Syria before being converted to Japanese Morse code (kana). They had come back to Australia to create a new unit.
We were joined by equal numbers of teenagers arriving from Victoria and Queensland to complete the wireless operator component of the unit. We were soon informed that ours was a secret unit and that, as we now knew of its existence and duties, we could not be transferred to any other unit or service. Furthermore, we were forbidden to disclose the existence of the unit for fifty years. Later, many members of the Australian Women’s Army Service (AWAS) were to join the unit, and they intercepted Japanese messages from ASWG stations in Perth, Brisbane, and Melbourne.
We were taught International Morse Code, and then a handful of very nice Pommies taught us Japanese kana. Some of these Pommies had been monitoring the Japanese since 1935 in Hong Kong and escaped just before the Japanese invaded. My training in Japanese wireless interception at Kalinga, a suburb of Brisbane, continued into early 1943. For a short period, I was sent to our direction finding (DF) team at Bald Hill. The work there was boring but important, in that we were establishing bearings on Japanese radio stations in the Pacific area whilst another DF station was undertaking the same procedure from Western Australia. Where the bearings crossed was the site of the Japanese transmitter. I was told by other members of the team that Central Bureau would sometimes urgently request a bearing upon an illegal transmitter in Australia sending messages to the Japanese.
Within a year I was transferred, with eleven other operators, to Darwin via Townsville. Australia’s womenfolk were helping the troops in hundreds of different ways—from making camouflage netting to knitting socks—but I will never forget the dedication of the women of Bowen, just south of Townsville. Thousands of troops were passing through for embarkation in Townsville to New Guinea and elsewhere, and all were greeted by these ladies with cheery smiles, food, and drinks. Many trestle tables adorned Bowen railway station as each troop train arrived. We were soon to learn of