vMam said acka acka acka when I posted some severed heads.
If you have bleeding knees fuck off, now, please.
Now that is just the juice that gets my toes all curled up.
Fuck, I need another conflict, like I need a hole in the head.
Still here I am.
A Ragtag, but superbly trained officer for 1 Parabat, coaxed out of civvy street.
Ragtag?, yes we had no, and I mean no equipment to choose from.
Maybe a 1000 Officers make a Army, who knows?
The Magic number was reached and we had the pick of what there was, and that included MEN.
My god, youngsters, last years recruits?
I resigned and was reinstated a thousand times. OK a 1000 times is bulshit but 20 is not.
I got 1st Lt Govendar, Cpt Malherbe, Gert Pieters>> Mortarman, Cpl and Cpt Gavins, brothers, and Rick, Boikie, Jack, Pieter and Peter, Sandy and 150 others.
Sandy was to play a major role in our victory, in no way that he would ever understand.
About 60% with a years training and the rest as you knew or found them.
I was luckier than most, I had a previous conflict resume as a "leader" and some real soldiers came my way because of that.
This way I found Cpt Frank and his six, Jose, Cpl Mally Kelly, senior nurse and crack shot and " Cappy if you fuck off now, I will kill you" reputation from another war.
I was lucky and trained to find the best at the front.
In a war with limited supplies how does the manager secure the best for himslef and his "troops"
In Moz we gippo'd the lines and in a oversupply and undermanaged line we got thru.
here in Angola it would be diff.
So at the beginning me and my troops went stealing.
Apparently we left 2 divisions without any armored vehicles.
It was at least 4.
At last we were equiped and armed and ready.
I was alert and ready as were my men. We were part of a 2500 advance force. Led from Pretoria.
Our Motto. Fuck Castro We are not Cannon Fodder.
17 Pilots, 12 planes, 3 airstrips and building daily.
Did I say 17 pilots, well OK, Govendar, Malherbe, Gert Pieters, Cpt Gavins, Boikie and Sandy also flew.
The rains were starting but Pretoria was on a diff planet.
Move when say should have said Swim.
Finaly the ruskies (Cubans) got to close for there own good.
I had 16 patrols at 3 hour intervals going forward. Plenty of sleep and rest, but kicking butt.
After a while the Mericans came and bomded ahead, we moved faster then but my lines were stretching.
Remember those divisions without armor?
They came up behind us with only their hunting rifles and a couple of LMG's. And anyway they did a great job. Many a Angolan/Portugese/Cuban truck/combine was driven away and sold in SA for top prices.
Some of the money made its way back to the front in the way of munitions etc.
So after my previous conflicts of complaining about a book/computor war, I had peeps to contend with.
Soldiers and their shit, which is a fuckin lot.
Civvys and their shit which is a fuckin lot.
Taking a town or ridge or grid when the 'commies' was not opposing was a victory in Pretoria only.
We died slowly, one at a time, nothing dramatic.
I had 245 peeps and 895 miles to a safe spot. We also had 4 prisoners of the commie kind and 14 misdemeanor murderers of owr own.
I told the cuban captain that I would give him and his cahoots 2 days rations and a R4 with 200 rounds and we will drop him, he aggreed.
Remember that it wass raining?
We backtracked thru some towns and spent poes and dicks met once again and this time they knew what has happenned and no girls believed the soldierly shit.
Remember Sandy, good soldier, tough, good shot. I liked him and he would obey any command or 'suggestion' from me.
His "ex" girl, from about 3 months ago, now pregnant, by Sandy, she says, blocks his way back.
No problem, he shoots and kills her, her mother and two friends, four women.
I hear and hasten to where a large crowd is now building.
Sandy and three mates and two Junior Officers is holding their own by a show of guns.
I don't say a word but stop and look and touch every dead woman in the scene.
I remember 3 names
"Sandy, you, you, De Klerk, Pistorius stand down and give me your guns"
They all take a step forward and put their guns down except for Sandy.
"Jy dink julle kak sal met my mors"
"Nee Sandy, Ek sal met jou mors, gee my jou fokken geweer of EK mors jou"
"Altyd die fokken Heer, jou moer"
I shot him 3 times in or arround the heart.
He died on the spot.
We sorted it with the locals and we carried Sandy back to SA.
I wrote a letter and another Army Officer went arround and told his family that he died a hero in the heat off battle.
I have never stood trial to account for my side of the story.
And now I do not think that I ever will.
I just saw this post today. That is an incredible story, Kees. I'm going to link to it when I put up a new entry at my blog tomorrow.
Sometimes I actually think.
Not off course like real time thinkers, let's say laaik.
Or even at a stretch vman
and wonce ze dog is out, wy don't we include the rest of my blogroll.
OFF COURSE THE COMMENT CLOSEST TO THIS VERY DATE IS DA BEST.
Da males kak off, big time.
Guyk is Ok as he does not unnerstand chinese.
So there goes our past life.
a first time commentor.
Dear madam, once your 14 year old daughter knows when to shower and when to put on clean underwear, you will go straight to HEAVEN.
In the meanwhile you can comment here and you can leave whatever you want and it will not stain the love, OK.
Bane was and is my friend.
I liked him and he liked me.
I will speak of him as if he was still alive.
If you can't fathom that don't read further.
A Fine quote that Vox won't mind
Vox should be taught to count.
You have to scroll down to post no 3, sorry
If I failed to note that we just ripped past 100k visitors in a month for the first time. So, thanks for coming by and feel free to hang around as long as you like. As long as you don't piss off the blonde, bring up Round One or inadvertantly summon the Bane, you should be fine."
Once you die
Bane would have ridiculed this.
A BaneBlast no more.
I will miss you Bro, but I am glad that your pain is gone.
I have never met or spoken to him but we had a blog relationship that I will surely miss.
Read here and here why he will be missed.
Alaka Kim left this at Bane's Blog.
The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light, and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and, at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
Alaska Kim | 09.23.08 - 1:16 pm | #>
He was my friend:
Still is, tho he is dead.
Bane is a deeply disturbed individual. And a frequent commenter. So that's like, a twofer. I'm just hoping there is a choke collar attached to his throat, should I ever piss him off...
"I'm afraid my parents won't die. And afraid they will." That pretty much sums it up, Hoss. Wish I could have said it with that much class.....
The singular Bane has passed away. He was probably the only blogger I was a little bit afraid to meet. Which made him a keeper. I always wanted to go meet him, and peel that onion back. Alas, 3,000 miles,..
Hi Elisson he was cute, I agree, OK.
I have now been as tough as BANE would want me to be.
Now I am crying.
But his lifelong friends are coming thru
Instaundit was at my level before he announced Bane's death.
Bane Walks On
The tall man stalked into the shadow
His six-gun at his side,
A twelve-gauge strapped across his back
And boots with knives inside.
He spared no glance for joys behind
Nor for the lurking dark
That shivered as he passed it by,
Eyes ever cold and stark.
A shrouded figure blocked his way,
Its bony hand did twitch
White-knuckled on its wicked scythe.
"Not you, son of a bitch!"
The tall man only grinned and told
His old foe to go to Hell.
The Reaper bowed and stepped aside,
A past lesson learned well.
Beyond the darkness, blinding light
Caused his hard eyes to narrow.
And still the man stood tall and proud
His back straight as an arrow.
Then roaring thunder boomed high o'erhead.
"My child, you're here at last!
Fear not, I have much work for you
A labor long and vast.
I am the God of grace and yet
There must be justice too.
I hear the cries of the despised
The wicked owe their due.
Some serve with harps and sing My glory,
Sweet praise with ev'ry breath.
But you shall sing a different song,
My new Angel of Death!"
The tall man kneeled and bowed his head.
"Lord, I shall do Your Will."
And then he smiled, baring his teeth,
"Just tell me who to kill."
I sincerely hope the devious old bastard is having us on again. But if he isn't, he will be sorely missed indeed.
Hey so do we all.
"Fox News is telling me that there's a new brand of man in town. Now leaving the effete metrosexual in the dust is the hunka-hunka burnin' UBERSEXUAL, positioned somewhere on the spectrum between METRO-MAN*^ and CAVEMAN. How to spot the ubersexual? A few telling signs: while the metrosexual might highlight his hair, indulge in chemical peels, and vie for mirror-time with his significant other, the ubersexual is, I am told, somewhat closer to the traditional "man's man" than previously labeled varieties. An ubersexual, while careful of his personal grooming, would never go so far as to, say, shave his chest."
I have, what about you?
vMan oWs mE an audition, OK as all his gravitas are belong to us.
Keeskennis, I've read some of the tributes to Bane and some of them are bullshit cuz he could have given a rat's ass about the author and some are great cuz he really liked the blogger.....
I like what you wrote, sugar. I know he really enjoyed your writing and he really enjoyed your attitude.
Thanks for sharing. And you're right, he'd mock that huge readership AFTER he was dead. I'm sure he'd have a snarky word or two about ghouls hovering over the body.