by
Lino Lino on 15 March 2009 · via
sourceTo my dear friend William he was of my closest friends at camp, we played snooker the evening before he died, after supper in the rec-room. The next day there were 2 Buffel's leaving for Otjivizandu on the west side of the Etosha Pan where we had a DF station run by two persons. William, who was in the DF (Direction Finding) section, was one of two that were going to aflos the two there. This was normally a jol there and back as we'd pile in and go for the ride. That trip I decided not to go said I'd see him shortly when they come back I'll do that trip. The sad thing is that The Griffins back home probably don't know what happened to their loving son. It is known, we knew when we saw the rolled Buffel that came back to camp. The one Buffel rolled and William was trapped under the side flap waist down. Others were flung off as they were perched all over and unstrapped in the back but survived with some injury. They managed to get a grader to lift the Buffel, then William a dignified soul closed his eyes bravely for the last time. R.I.P. my friend, you were loved by all, a sincere and gentle soul that did not deserve that.