
When we went operational my platoon was assigned to this company in Kariba. We had a short pass at the end of our training then went by train to Salisbury. From there is was by truck to Kariba. We changed trucks at Makuti and ended up with a bunch of Coloured drivers who drove like raving lunatiks. At one point our driver lost control going round a bend on the edge of a cliff and we almost went over the edge.
I still remember the late afternoon we arrived. I had never seen Lake Karibe before and was amazed at how it looked like the sea, stretching off over the horizon to the south. Below are some images of the area:
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The area from 50,000 ft: A) Army Base: The small white speck to the right of the "A" is the basketball court on the edge of the cliff. I looked south from here over Kariba when we arrived. B) Carribea Bay: The casino was here. No persons under 21 were allowed in but - since were were running the risk of dying for our country at 18, they made special dispensation to allow soldiers, regardless of age, in if they were in uniform. My visit to a casino was here and I took the large sum of $25.00 with me. I lost if of course. I do remember very clearly playing blackjack at a table with the dealer being a very attractive, slim woman in a dark purple dress and that the song "Oh What a Night", Frankie Valley and the Four Seasons was playing in the Casino at that moment. To this day, every time I hear that song, I think of that woman and playing blackjack here. C) Power lines: The striations you can see here on the side of the mountain are the cleared areas under the powerlines coming from the power station at the dam. D) Kariba Dam Wall: Oncs the biggest manmade lake in the world - built by Rhodesia - and over the past 20 years left by the incompetant black government of Zimbabwe to deteriorate to such a level that Zimbabwe does not even have a reliable power supply and suffers from constant outages that last for days at a time. E) Airport: I used to watch our Air Rhodesia Viscount aircraft taking off from here and, if the took off towards the west, they would climb up past our military base. Two of the greatest tragedies and atrocities we suffered during the war occurred a few years after my service, originating from this airfield. Separated by a few months, two civilian Viscounts were shot down after departing from Kariba bound for Salisbury. The communist-backed ZIPRA terrorists used SAM heat-seeking missiles. In one crash there were no survivors and in the other, 10 survivors, 7 women, 1 man and two children we killed by the terrorists who arrived at the crash scene about 30 minutes after they shot it down. |
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The area from 12,000 ft: A) Army Base: You can see the basketball court to the right of the "A" on the edge of the cliff. B) Carribea Bay: C) Power lines: D) Elephant: While I was stationed there a waiter was attacked by an elephant and killed somewhere in this area. He was walking on a footpath between two resorts when he happend upon the elephant. E) Winding Road: This is the road that wound down the mountain from the base to Kariba. I remember that one of our drivers only had one hand and it always seemed that he tried to over-compensate for this by showing off with his driving and trying to drive faster than everyone else. I thought he was extremely reckless and did all I could to avoid ever getting on a truck he was driving. It would have been bad enough to get killed by a terrorist, let alone by a reckless, one-handed driver. On another occasion our platoon went on the "Booze Cruise" on the hydrofoil. Only one engine was working so they could not go up on the foils which was disappointing. I did not drink and, as far as I remember,was the only one sober when we got back to shore. I remember our driver well, (but will not mention his name) being so drunk that he could not even climb into the cab. He fell back flat onto the parking lot on his first attempt to get into the cab. Of course, being the mindless military, only he was allowed to drive since he was the only one with a military truck drivers license. The ride up to the military base that evening was the most frightening one I ever had. Thankfully we made it. |
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2 Indep Co Base from 5,000 ft: A) Base Entrance: There was a guard hut and boom here. B) Company Offices: They were somewhere around here. C) Basketball Court: There was a small club house/bar on the north side of the court and I was on the veranda here once when 3 helicopters landed on the court. The first landed, and was pushed off the north end. Another landed and was pushed off to the other end. Then a third landed in the middle. What made the landings difficult was that there was a ver tall fence on the edge of the cliff - to stop balls going over - and basket ball goals on each end. I watched helicopters landing here at night and that was amazing. The crew would shine a spotlight on the basket ball goal in front of the pilot and another on the tip of the rotor blade. The pilot would watch both to make sure he did not hit the goal and would set the bird down. Takeoff was a sight to see too. They would lift off then dive down over the cliff face and disappear. D) Barracks: I was inone of these two barracks on the north side and I shared a room with Justin Whitcroft E) St. Barbara Chapel: This was a well known, (Catholic I think) chapel. |
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My first operational patrol from 30 miles high: A) Army Base: B) Airport: C) Approximate patrol route: It was the long Easter Weekend in 1976 and our stick was sent out on our first operational patrol to cover the area north of the main road between Kariba and Makuti to protect holiday-makers coming to Kariba for the break. I remember that Tom Whitney was our stick commander but ca'n't remember who the other two guys were (probably Malcolm Hatley & Bin Jenkins). Tom was a great guy and took the job very seriously which I liked. This patrol also generated my first encounter with wild elephant on foot in the bush. We saw movement in the thickbush ahead of us. As we came closer we saw animals moving away from us an then realised they were elephant. When we got to the area where they were, all that was left was their fresh dung. It looked like steaming, fresh, wholewheat loaves of bread. I remember looking at the dung and thinking an animal had to be pretty big to make dung that size. In the Rhodesian army we had very lightweight sleeping bags. On this patrol specifically I remember lying in my sleeping bag on the side of a mountain with the wind, blowing like mad, right through it. I was really cold. We had come across a large dead tree that had fallen over on the side of a mountain and decided to stay there, under it for the night, thinking that it may offer some protection from the elephant. Fortunately it was an uneventful patrol. We did not run into any terrorists and no holidaymakers were attacked. D) Makuti
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Our first company operational deployment: A) Bumi Hills: Shortly after my first patrol over the Easter Weekend noted above terrorists blew up a private plane on the Bumi Hill airstrip. We were quickly deployed over to this region and taken across Kariba by ferry. (See zoomed-in image below) B) Approximate location of our company base: For a brief time my platoon was stationed at the company base that was setup in this area. It was on the side of the gorge overlooking the Ume River seen near the "B" above and the Matusadonna Game Reserve. As a platoon we were not happy at all being stationed at the company base as we quickly came to see that the full-time CO and officers over us were not going to be up to much. For example, we were in a dusty camp, living in a tent in the wild Rhodesian bush with only dirt roads and so on. The sergeant major and his cronies however would form us up in the mornings and give us full inspections and yell, scream and sware at us for having dust on our boots and so on. It's a little difficult to keep dust off your boots when they march you in the dirt - then inspect your boots. Typical, bone-headed army garbage that we thought had finally ended when we finished our training. Often, in the afternoons, our PF superiors would want to go and play volleyball down on the shores and in the shallow waters of the Ume River. Some of us woudl be ordered to go with them to guard them while they played in the river We would have to sit up under cover on the banks keeping an eye out for terrorists, since we were in a war zone, while they cavorted in the river, shouting and performing while they played. This really angered us and, unknown to them, some of us decided that, if they were attacked while they were playing at the river, we would let the terrs get off some shots at them, hopefully knocking a few, before we returned fire. In my opinion, many of then were classic military trash and they treated us pretty badly. We, afterall, were the guys doing all the work out in the bush patrolling, looking for the enemy, and risking our lives for $3.50 a day (for a rifleman). I never understood this mentality I saw so often in the army. If our CO and his minions had treated us fairly and decently we would have done anything for them. But , they way they carried on - we would have been happy to see them shot - as bad as that sounds... Ian Smith visited the base while we were there - but most of us were quickly and conveniently sent out "on patrol" and not allowed to be there for his visit. C) Platoon Base: Thankfully our platoon was ordered to setup a platoon base in the middle of nowhere, somewhere near the "C" and we left the company base. We drove as far as we could go by road then had to carry all of our gear and walked for miles through the bush to find a place for the base. Our platoon commander was Lt Jackson. It was at this base where the event I recounted under Jem Sheppard of Jem having to make him a cup of tea occurred. We patrolled all over this whole area and encountered elephant, buffalo, rhino, lion, heyena, antelope, zebra, warthog, hippo, and so on. About the only wild animal I did not see was a leopard. It was from this base that I got my one and only military helicopter ride. One of our guys was selected for Selous Scout training and they sent a chopper to get him. He was out on patrol at the time and I was in camp. I was taken out by chopper to replace him in his stick when they picked him up. It was great skimming across the bush, barely higher than the trees. Most of the time at this camp Jem Sheppard and I shared a sleeping spot together and we became good friends. There was a small stream in dense undergrowth nearby and we used it for water, and downstream for washing. While we were in this region we heard reports of landmines being detonated by vehicles but were never close enough to hear one and, thankfully, did not hit one ourselves. This whole region was a very wild part of the country and we went out in "sticks" of 4 guys, three rifles and 1 gun, a Bren or MAG. I was a rifleman and carried 2 grenades, a panga, an FN, 5 mags with 18 rounds in each with a tracer +/- each 4th bullet. (The mags could take 20 rounds but we only put 18 to try to keep the botton two out of dirt that would fall to the bottom and was impossible to keep out of the magazines. The FN is a great powerful rifle but, IMO pretty pathetic in a bush war like we had. It was far too precision made and would jam with the slightest little bit of dirt in it). Much of my patrolling in this area was with Tom Whitney, (stick commander), Bin Jenkins & Malcolm Hatley. We all became good friends and, even as of today (April 2008), I still have contact with Tom and Malcolm. D) Sengwa River: Somewhere in this area on patrol we crossed a crockodile infested river in a dugout canoe. A black man ferried us across two at a time and it was an unnerving experience. With all of our kit, packs, rifles, ammo, etc. the canoe was very deep in the water and incredibly unstable. The man told us that a few weeks earlier a crockodile had killed a school teacher and he made a comment that this indicated to him that the school teacher could not have been very intelligent to be taken by a crockodile... Tom Whitney spoke one or more, (I can't remember now how many) black languages extremely well. One one of our patrols we came across a black man who was blind and Tom spoke to him in the local language. After chatting for a while, some more black people arrived and they mentioned to the blind man that we were white. He was surprised as Tom spoke the language so well the he thought we were black. E) Kota Kota: As far as I remember that was what we called this projection from Zambia that we could see across the lake. The military told us it was a terr haven and that they crossed into our country from it - but we were not allowed to go and attack it. I could never understand that. The enemy was there but we were not allowed to do anything and had to wait for them to come to us and then try to catch them before they fled back to safety. The people in charge of our country could not seem to figure out you can't win a war that way. F) Second Platoon Base Camp: Our platoon was relocated again and we setup a base somewhere in this area. I slept with three other guys here with our sleeping spot backing up to an anthill. One late afternoon when I was in camp we were sitting talking at our sleeping area when a long snake, about 6 - 10 ft came zooming right past us headed for the anthill. One of the guys grabbed his panga and managed to chop off about the last third of the snake as it went down one of the holes in the anthill. We watched the anthill for a while, all now armed with our pangas and the snake suddenly came zooming out again. This time however it didn't make it and became up chopped up snake. Also one night at this camp I was sitting base foot at our fire and got up to walk back to my sleeping area. I walked bare foot into a massive column of marching matabele ants, the smaller dull kind that look like big wasps, not the big shiny kind, and I felt like I had stepped on a live electric wire sending lightening bolts through my feet as they stung me. It was rather painful. And a song I remeber hearing over the civy radio that was popular at this time, Smokey - Don't Play Your Rock 'n Roll to Me. We adapted it to "Don't Point You LMG at Me" and I think of that every time I hear or think of this song. G) Mwenda River Mouth: See more below.
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The Bumi Hills Area: A) Bumi Hills Air Strip: This is where the plane was blown up. B) Hilltop Settlement:
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The Sengwa & Mwend River Area from 30 Miles High: A) Platoon Base: This is the base I wrote about above. B) Platoon Base: This was our second platoon base noted above. We had terrible military radios at the time. They were large bulky boxes and the antenna was a thin, stiff rod that stuck out the top about 24 inches and was easily broken. Often they were useless and we could not contact our platoon base to report in. We had two code systems we used to report our postitions. One was called "Shackle" and I don't remember the name of the other. Once, when on patrol our radio stopped working again and we tried to take it apart. We foind a wire from the battery had come loose, the soldered connection had broken, so I took my panga, heated it on my gas cooker and used it as a soldering iron to reconnect the wire to the battery. Rather an unusual use for a panga I thought. It was also on one of these areas, "A" or "B" above, I picked up a marula pip from the inside of elephant dung. I still have that pip and it will be in some photographs when I add them. C) D) & E): Our stick, Tom, Bin, Malcome and me was taken by speedboat from a fishing village at +/- "C" down the coast "D" up into the Mwenda River mouth "E" to patrol in this area. (We patrolled all over the areas outlined in red). |
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Mwenda River Patrol from 10,000 ft: A) Speedboat Route: B) Drop-Off Point: We were dropped off about here and, across the river saw massive crockodiles sunning themselves on the bank. C) Elephant: This is approximately where I had my first reasonably lose encounter of the elephand kind. I need to figure out how to make popups or how to open a new page with a link to recount these events. D) Extremely Close Elephant Encounter: This was the closest I ever came to a wild elephant, +/- 15 ft. E) Rhino: We climbed this mountain to get away from the elephant - only to be charged by a rhino up here... Again, I will write out this story sometime and link it ot here. F) Elephant Cliff Walk: I saw elephant walking down narrow little paths on the extremely steep sides of this mountain. Had I not seen it myself I would never have believed that elephant could handle such steep slopes. |
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