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Johann Olivier on 19 September 2004 · via
sourceSteven Pearson was a good friend. We shared a dorm as schoolmates at De Villiers Graaf, and continued our friendship until he was finally KIA . He was a fine man who will always be remembered.
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Mark Becker (via Johan Schoeman, War in Angola) on 05 April 2019 · via
War in AngolaFrom Mark Becker: I was on that patrol, and clearly remember that day and the events sorrounding it, RIP
The leautenant had a premonition during the night, and in the morning asked us to quitely call out numbers from the TB from left to right, so we would be prepared in case of any event. This was to make sure we were numbered for any fire and movement. We came to a shona that was quite dry, so I was with a party of 3 that split to the right, and the main patrol went left. I heard shots and in my mind though that they wanted us to run accross the shona and rejoin, my brain couldnt comprehend a contact. I then heard the sound of bullets whistling past me head, and knew this was a contact and we were drawing the fire. I shouted enemy left to my buddies and started dodge running accross the Shona. Pvt SP was with the main platoon, and they had already began to turn left and start the fire and movement while we ran to join them. Pvt SP was shot through his upper legs, passing though both main arteries. I got to him and shouted for the medic who had to retrieve his bag which was dropped during the skirmish, when he got to me, he tried to put up butterfly drip in him, but his veins had collapsed due to massive loss of blood. I dont think anything prepares you for this in life and while the Corporal was calling for his blood group and cassavac, he passed away