From: "Cobus Venter" To: "[Army Talk]" Subject: Seasons Greetings Date: Sat, 21 Dec 1996 17:35:57 -0000 Seasons greetings to all of those at Army-talk Especially to: Dave Berry, Joao Bacar,Ian Suttil,Charlie Small,Ray Richards & Homera De Nobriega, I still remember Dec 77, Christmas in Mtoko, and us singing: "Jingle Bells, Mortar shells, Zanlas' in the grass, You can take your Merry Christmas, and stick it up your A#%&$" I still miss you, and some days I wish that I was on the journey with you which you started so long ago at different times, and we were still that happy band of brothers Sleep well my Friends, and may God truly bless Africa Cobus Cobus Venter
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain. Laurence Binyon (1869-1943) Eugene Griesel
Aaah!!Maqhawe akuthi!! Zithalandwe, Magorha!! I am not a soldier, but I am one inside. I am proud of all fellow South Africans, both sexes, who died bravely in action. You are a rare and yet fascinating 'commandos',heroes. May God Bless all of you, for you are the air beneath our wings-Shine and rise!! Vuyo Mdi-Booysen
on 15 January 2004 · via
sourceI was a mortarist with the 2nd SAI.We were based at Calueqe for a few weeks.We looked up at the sky's on that day the 27th june 1988 and waved at the mig 27's that flew over ,thinking they were our own planes doing a patrol.I immediatly stopped waving when i saw a white bomb with a parachute behind it falling about 200 to 300 metres away.We were still able to jump into our bunkers, but those 12 men that died in the buffel did'nt stand a chance. I did'nt know any of those men, but It was a sad day for me , one i still cannot forget even after 15 years... Matt (sadsack)
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Deborah Kennedy on 05 May 2007 · via
sourceI am trying to get information on my great grandfather EDWARD "TRICKETT" THOROUGHGOOD who fought with S.A. Light Horse Regimental No. 8484 during the conflicts in Africa some time between 1899 and 1902. He was enlisted for 1 year and 284 days according to the records we have in regard to his further service during WWI. Any information would be appreciated.
to Johan le Grange 5SIGS( 55SQUAD ) who volunteered to take my place in Dec '87 may you R I P and God Bless H .Prokas
on 25 February 2009 · via
sourceTo the men of 102BN SWATF and the other SWATF units who were killed and names are not written on stone. The members of your teams will never forget you. Goverments may come and go but comradship is forever Cpl Kano (OFarrell ) Kilo serra one Fox 102 bn
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Renaldo Doria on 24 February 2012 · via
sourceIn May of 1973 at about 14.00hrs we left our Main Camp to do a routine 7 day patrol in the Caprivi. We were a whole section on the back of a Bedford truck.we were driving on a sand road. Jeffrey Holm was sitting at the back tail end of the Bedford next to me and about 10km out of the Camp we hit a sand hump and the Bedfords tail end jumped in the air flinging us all in the air but Jeff flew off. he had his R1 rifle in his hands and fell on the road forward hitting his head on the ground and did a back sumersauld hitting his head at the back he was still holding his rifle.and then droped it i jumped off and ran towards him he was sitting up and i saw blood coming out his ears nose and eyes i then grabed him held him in my arms and he wanted to tell me something but he then vommited blood.he died in my arms.some of the other Parabats tried to give him mouth to mouth but he was already dead.
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Die coetzee familie on 25 March 2012 · via
sourceons sal jou altyd onthou,jy het n duur prys betaal om jou land en familie te beskerm.in ons harte sal jy voortleef.tot ons weer ontmoet.
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Die coetzee familie on 25 March 2012 · via
sourceons sal jou altyd onthou.Jy het n duur prys betaal om jou land en familie te beskerm.in ons hart sal jy voortleef.