Sitting ducks … the crowded train attacked by Gool and Abdullah. The two were frequently referred to as “Turks”, as in the notes scrawled here
January 1, 1915, Broken Hill: Holding rifles and nursing a grudge, the two gunmen crouched in dirt by the rail track as the train drew close.
Its open carriages were crammed with 1200 people, bound for a public holiday picnic in the Outback.
Men, women and children; teenagers on a date; older folk; a random cross-section of Australian society on a fun-filled break from the daily grind — and far, far away from an increasingly desperate conflict enveloping the globe.
But terrorists bring war home. Brutally. Suddenly.
The riflemen — beholden to a foreign power and creed — opened fire on the train, killing three people and wounding many more.
After hitting, they ran — retreating to an outcrop where they had planned a suicidal last stand, killing another man along the way and waiting for the inevitable bloody counter-attack by soldiers and police.
Today, in the age of ISIS and al Qaeda, it bears the hallmarks of a “lone wolf” attack — albeit by two “wolves” not one…