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October 30, 2026The Mexican Chronicles – Random One
October 30, 2026This was where my life really started falling apart, slowly at first and then escalating at the speed of light. Mark’s cute
little song: ‘We all gonna die, we all gonna die,’ nearly came true for me so many times it’s hard to remember them all.
The first sure indication that things were going wrong was my fight with the management of Burma Lake, the
shopping- and restaurant complex where the coffee shop was located.
Jonty, the son of the centre’s owners, ran the show. His type and mine will never get on: spoilt, unable to
accomplish anything without Daddy’s help, they nevertheless have a superior attitude that really pushes my buttons.
His cousin owned the security company that looked after the complex: Stallion Security.
The final conflict was over the fact that my .357 was always where it belonged, tucked in my pants. He came alone
to complain about this; apparently it was bad for the complex’s image or some such shit. I told him in no uncertain
terms that he should push off. He returned a few nights later with two huge guys from Stallion. They attempted to
intimidate me into seeing things Jonty’s way. This approach has never worked with me and I told them to push off too.
Jonty, not a stupid man, avoided a fight, which would have involved guns as all of us were armed. My .357 was on my
hip and I had a .38 Special under the bar. Even if it had not come to that, he did not want a public scene either.
For the next week different guys from Stallion watched my movements every night when I packed up. They were
doing a recce of how to ambush me without any witnesses. I phoned a few of my mates from Executive Outcomes and
explained my predicament. It was decided that they would all pop in for a drink at the same time the following day……………………
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The Mexican Chronicles 22
October 18, 2026Let us start off with Graham, as he was one of the most fascinating men in the camp. Graham arrived one night much as I did, in the dark. I had been there for a month or more and had a fair idea of how to operate. Our sparkies had set up a reasonable lighting system so we saw this chap struggle awkwardly down our path. He had a lot of kit and was not doing too well. Remembering how shit my first night felt, I helped him find a bed. Then, as Skinny had done for me, I told him about the “Angolan Air Force”. By then I had learned a trick to keep the mossie net as far away from my face as possible: if you took four straight tent poles and tied them to the posts of the bed, then stretched the net tightly over that, you could at least get an illusion of some cool space. After that Graham treated me like I was his long-lost brother. He had blonde hair and a pair of dead, pale-blue eyes. He was unfailingly polite and very respectful, but I could sense immediately that Graham was not a person to mess with. Not because of his size or strength, but because he was not quite there. One reasonably harmless example is that while on leave he hacked out chunks of his hair and then picked up women by telling them he was on chemotherapy. Add that to a few other things and … well, I’m a little scared of Graham. Having said that, he was the only guy that bothered to check that Charmaine was okay, every time he was on pass and I was not. She had strict instructions not to let him have our address though, so they usually met at Froggo’s. He used to tell her, ‘I love you to death,’ and scare her shitless along with all the other male patrons of the bar. Charmaine and Samantha were quite safe at Froggo’s while we were out of the country.
Our training program was slowly taking shape. People were arriving on a daily basis from South Africa; those stupid Kingairs took only six or eight men at a time. In retrospect I think this was Eeben’s plan; look at what happened with the big group Simon Mann sent a few years later. Slowly, slowly, our numbers grew, and with more people, a more complex society took shape.
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The Mexican Chronicles – 21
October 12, 2026Bush Psychology
It’s difficult to describe the social and moral rules of a camp like this. As in Lord of the Flies, by William Golding, the situation was a unique and potentially dangerous one – from within, never mind the war going on around us. An anthropologist’s wet dream! Some of the problems would have been common with any army camp; here we had no real rank structure amongst ourselves, and to FAA we were all Commandantes. The mix was mainly from two different armies: the still-functioning SADF and the old Rhodesian Special Forces, with two Vietnam vets thrown in for good measure.
The Vets were our MO (Medical Officer), a Yank who kept pretty much to himself, and a large Australian named Blue, an artilleryman. Apparently Blue had been in one war or another since he left ‘Nam. He had flaming red hair and swore worse than any man I’ve ever met. All said, I believe he was a fair man, and for some reason I was the only one allowed to drive his truck. Not even Dup, the camp enforcer, was allowed to do that.
The Rhodies consisted firstly of Bruce, whom I already mentioned, who became Trevor’s friend. Apart from Trevor he spoke only to his fellow countrymen and a few others, although he never missed a chance to brag at large. Number two Rhodie was a real character: Hoerst. His claim to fame was that he was originally British SAS and a founding member of the unit in Rhodesia. He was also involved in the first combat HELO (high altitude low opening) drop in the world, which was into Mozambique. A rumour had it that his wife and pregnant daughter were killed by terrs in the Rhodesian bush war, but I never asked him about it. I do know that he had a passion for killing black chaps, more intense than most. The third Rhodie was an extremely quiet and neat man, Keith. They were all in their mid-fifties but super-fit and mean. Then there was Graham, who will need a chapter to himself. He had been with the Rhodesian Light Infantry.
All the politics and social changes took months to develop and constantly changed. People came and left, and this is what I observed……….
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The Mexican Chronicles – 20
October 4, 2026A long time ago I was taught how to do these exciting things by my fellow countrymen. They had a lovely little obstacle course that had barbed wire strung low all over the place to poke my bum or elbows if I did not get it right, then when they decided we almost had it right they added a Vickers machine gun, from World War Two, firing hot lead just above the wire for effect. Needless to say I am very proficient in these fine arts but rarely have the opportunity to show off my skill at the office. The civilians already regard me as somewhat strange.
We did 82 mm mortar drills and generally this was a fun time for most of us, learning and firing new weapons from different countries, and then putting our knowledge to the test by teaching others. We were learning from all the different branches of the army. If I taught someone to fire mortars, they would teach me the ins and outs of a 12.7 mm and so on. We were getting fit by running to and from the training ground twice a day, and the hot sun was burning us white boys as brown as our troops.
One morning we decided to hold a refresher course on stripping and assembling the AKs, as we had not practiced that for quite some time. Shit, we may as well have never done it at all, for most of the troops had forgotten the first move: how to get the hoofdeksel off! No fun for anyone the next few weeks. They had to get this right or they would literally die the first week in combat. We hadn’t even begun practicing with live ammo yet, that promised to be fun.
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The Mexican Chronicles – 19
September 28, 2026Next, leopard crawl. This comes in handy when you’ve drawn fire and are in a lot of kak. It is not a good idea to stroll forward to meet your enemy in a civilized fashion. On taking heavy fire, you throw yourself on the ground in a timely manner. If the fire is too concentrated it is unwise to go into fire and movement drills; the better alternative is to crawl toward the enemy giving him as little target as humanly possible. This involves moving along at a rapid pace, as you want to get rid of the bugger as soon as you can, on your elbows and knees. The trick is not to have your bum stuck up in the air; that is why it is called leopard crawl and not baby crawl. Believe me, baby crawl is a lot easier, but you will get your ass shot off if you go for this option. Literally. Again, you cannot always find the easier, softer route, and a fair amount of pain is involved. If you are really in an adventurous mood you can use a combination of these techniques and spill even more blood. Add full kit and a rock and you’re really talking.
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The Mexican Chronicles – 18
September 27, 2026The Mexican Chronicles.
So much for the theory, these are a few things that happened along the way. As in most armies the very important thing is to get the soldiers to be familiar with the assault rifle they are using, in this case the AK47. We did just that, for hours on end, every day, for weeks. Strip, assemble, strip, assemble, ad nausea. At first we set up competitions amongst the troops, and, when they got better, we challenged them ourselves. This type of thing never having been my strongest point, eventually my troops were giving me a run for my money. On more than one occasion some of them beat me, much to everyone’s delight. Sergeant Ze always beat me.
We moved onto the Light Machine Gun of Russian manufacture called a PKM. We really loved that weapon. Belt fed, with a spare barrel, we had 4 brand new, out-the-box to play with.
Interspersed with this we did my personal favourite from early army days: Fire and Movement, with a little bit of leopard crawl added in just for fun. Because I have some stupid ideas, like: don’t ask someone to do something you cannot do yourself, and having read some shit about “leadership by example”, I went back to camp filthy dirty and most times with bloody elbows and knees. Fire and movement involves running forward toward the enemy, throwing yourself flat on the ground and returning fire, while your buddy follows and gains a few feet. Then, as he returns fire, you pull yourself up and repeat the process, gaining a few feet past him. As your buddy is actually firing right past you it is recommended to stay in a straight line! This means that you cannot casually look around for the best, softest spot to fall down, or run around that scratchy little thorn bush. It is Murphy’s Law that you will encounter at least half the known thorn bushes found in Africa in one’s path, and a few interesting rocks for good measure. (If I ever catch this Murphy chap, I will torture him to death, the bastard.) This continues until the enemy either withdraws or is dead (or you are dead, hadn’t really thought about that one until now). To practice this is no fun; if you’re being fired upon, however, the inspiration to abuse your body in this fashion comes quite naturally, as it is the lesser of two evils.
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A Curious Baby Hippo
September 25, 2026I was running the Rhino Anti Poaching Unit at Mabula Luxury Lodge, situated about 40km from Warmbaths (Belle Belle now?). We were doing solely night duty and at dawn I used to get back to the compound we lived in (horrible!) and walked to the small dam to watch the sunrise. On this day a hippo and her baby had moved in to the dam. As you see from the photos in the video, the mom kept a beady eye on me the whole time. The baby moved from her and played with some reeds.
Then it decided to come have a closer look at me! Real close. The mother started making a noise, snorting and what not. But. She did not move. One animal I am wary of is the hippo, with good reason, they kill more people than any other large animal in Africa. They are F-ing quick and I was much too close, if she charged? BIG kak. But. You know me, I kept one eye on her and the other on the baby taking photos.
The baby eventually got bored and went back to its mommy.
This video is made up of those photographs.
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