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Meat on the hoof...paw, claw, whatever.
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Originally Posted by bodie
We were out on a short 7 day platoon patrol in Northern Owamboland when we hit contact with a rather strong group of terrs. Now these okes walked fighting patrols in numbers around 200 so odds were against us.
They bombshelled and left us with a hot pursuit into Angola.
Kit got dumped with one Buffel and the rest grabbed water and ammo and hit the trail.
14 days later we were still fighting, with one air resupply plenty of ammunition, water and a crate of, you guessed it, pickled beetroot salad.
Burned it, ate it hot, cold, curried, with fuggin sand in it, still tasted like bleeding beetroot. *yuck* 
All this while the gooks had European tuna and oysters, seriously.
All in all out little hot pursuit ended in quite along period of activity with us eventually in Zambia, forming stopper groups for the Swapo cadres that tried to escape across the river - fish in a barrel.
To this day the sight of it (dang picked beetroot salad) brings back that patrol.  |
On one long patrol after a week of eating nothing but mealie, the life of any small animal that wandered into our AO was in dire peril. I commented to my CO that the men were so hungry, if any large animal wandered in try not get caught in the cross fire!
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Last edited by sappersgt : 10-26-2007 at 01:44 AM.
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