'It seems to have happened overnight,' Val thought as she pulled the beers. 'We've become a khaki town.' It's March 1942. Singapore has fallen. Darwin has been bombed. Australia is on the brink of being invaded by the Imperial Japanese Forces. And Val Callahan, publican of The Brown's Hotel in Townsville, could not be happier as she contemplates the fortune she's making from lonely, thirsty soldiers. Overnight the small Queensland city is transformed into the transport hub for 70,000 American and Australian soldiers destined for combat in the South Pacific. Barbed wire and gun emplacements cover the beaches. Historic buildings are commandeered. And the dance halls are in full swing with jazz, jitterbug and jive. The Australian troops begrudge the confident, well-fed 'Yanks' who have taken over their town and their women. And there's growing conflict, too, within the American ranks. Because black GIs are enjoying the absence of segregation and the white GIs don't like it. Then one night a massive street fight leaves a black soldier lying dead on the pavement, and the situation explodes into violent confrontation.
