This was no drill. This was no simulation. Between 1964-1979, this was the every day reality in Rhodesia. It was not about race, it was not about politics, it was guys in the “bush” trying to survive. The war has long since ended, but should never be forgotten:

“The #Rhodesian fighting men, both black and white, knew they were fighting for the very survival of the country they loved, their country, Rhodesia, and believed and could see by their evidence of their eyes, that the naked terrorism they opposed was evil, and that the native black people would be the main sufferers if the enemy prevailed.

They fought too, because it was their duty as soldiers to fight, as have soldiers since time immemorial.

There has rarely been a finer or braver fighting man than the Rhodesian and his name and the names of his regiments are carved with pride in the halls of glory.”

– Sergeant Chas Lotter, Field Medic, Rhodesian Army Medical Corps and Poet