We were on patrol in the desert
We were on patrol in the desert,
drove through a part of the Namib
with a brown armoured car
at a place where there were firm ground
and camped for the night,
seeing the trip as a type of joy ride
and during the day the sun was utterly hot
but the night was black and icy cold
and we counted bright stars
that looked shot-gunned into the sky
and the Bushmen trackers
sat round a fire where they prepared tea
reminding me of the British army
but we were continents away
in another country, fighting a enemy
that did not bother them.
poem by Gert Strydom
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