So I read Unapologeticallymels blog on her experiences growing up with Apartheid and my mind started wondering back to my own youth. Many people think that being white in Apartheid South Africa was a piece of cake, that us white people lived lives of luxury while the rest of the countries population suffered to no … Continue reading The bad old days…
I started my interest in the casualties of the Bambatha Rebellion when looking for the grave of Trooper Knight. Since then I have managed to visit a few more graves. Most of them are in isolated rural areas and they have been terribly neglected over the years. My aim is to try and visit as … Continue reading Colonial casualties of the Zulu Uprising
It was the morning of the 4th of May, 1978. It was four am and the day had arrived. Skillie, with the rest of the 366 Composite Para Batallion, comprising mostly Citizen force reserve parabat units were in the hanger quietly fitting weapons, equipment and parachutes. They had been away from family and friends for … Continue reading A long way from home.
I knew very little about my grandfather. He died when I was five. What I do remember was his tool shed and garage, his pigeons and all of us cousins piled into the back of his car careering down the back streets of Umbilo trying to "leave our stomachs in the air" as we went … Continue reading Old War Stories
It was a sunny spring day when the finely dressed gentleman stepped off the gangway and onto the dock at Durban. He walked past the white hull of the ship, the Royal Mail Ship Dunluce Castle which had carried him on his two day journey from Delagoa Bay. He paused for a moment, put down … Continue reading The Pocketwatch
Let us today remember the men of B Company 1st RDLI who fell on this day the 7th of June 1942. Let us also remember the rest who are no longer with us.
The first Sunday of June has always been reserved to remember the men of B Company, 1/ Royal Durban Light Infantry who fell on the 7th June 1942. What not many people are aware of is what happened on that fateful day. At about 6 o clock on the evening of June the 6th, Captain … Continue reading The first Sunday.
I only went home twice while in the army. My first was a weekend pass organised just after bush phase. Our leutenant had managed to wangle us an extra day as Durban was quite a distance from Potch. I will never forget that trip. The two of us, Jackson and myself climbed into the Samil … Continue reading Hitching in browns
I will never forget that one day in the army. It was a Saturday morning and some of the guys that lived in Johannesburg had organised weekend pass. Us guys that lived further away were doing regular stuff like washing, ironing, writing or reading in our bungalows, just passing time after breakfast when suddenly the … Continue reading Saturday