Fighting the Boers is thirsty business.
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Alex coming down off the Impala Lily high, Pretoriouskop Camp, KNP
Sunset. Or maybe sunrise. We didn't sleep for three weeks straight, so I can't remember which side of daylight this was.
Just out of the Kruger Park the convoy stopped at a local farm to practice some scorch and burn tactics. I was supervising this when suddenly a rabid dog attacked. It was clearly trying to protect its owner or something. As I rapidly assesed the situation, Alex approached...
"I've got something to show you", he said shyly. He held up a small bundle. "Shit!" Fiona shouted. "It's a baby! No more than a few days old by the looks of it!"
The Coco-Pan, Barberton. Commandeered to serve as the Officers Mess, due to its fine menu of toasted sandwiches.
Mogs. Owner of the Coco-Pan, and mad as a bag of spanners.
We'd carried Alex's damn baby for miles, and it was started to whine. Lesson learned: don't take infants to war. They will hamper you. Fortunately Mark's quick thinking saved the day...
The solution to the baby problem. We swapped it for 200 crates of pilchards: rations for the men!
A couple of snaps of Fountain Baths Gentlemen's Club, which accomodated our Command Post for the duration of our stay in Barberton.
To help raise morale, and to show the knavish Boer that our spirits couldn't be dampened, we held a party. By a lucky coincidence, Granny turned 90 that day and Fiona turned 33. Mark entertained everyone with an impromptu display of Asian poses and Barberton's finest turned out to see and be seen.
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3 comments:
I'm not convinced that's the side-mirror of a Cadillac
Of course it's not! It's the wing mirror of our APC, one of two command vehicles we were operating in theatre...
we lost some good men in that APC, they are a death trap when you hit a land mine...
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