During the period that I spent as the Personal Adjutant to
Lieutenant General CA 'Pop' Fraser, the General Officer Commanding,
Joint Combat Forces, SADF, I had the opportunity of meeting General
Walls, the Commander of the Rhodesian Army on a number of occasions in
Pretoria and Salisbury. My service in the Rhodesian Army was arranged
with his authority.
The terms of service were that I should go as if I was a
Rhodesian
National Serviceman and as such I was committed to a minimum term of 11
months and would earn National Service pay. I was to start out as an
officer cadet with an intake of National Servicemen and accept whatever
rank I earned on that course for the balance of my service. I started
in mid 1973 and returned some eighteen months later.
The period at the School of Infantry involved the normal
stresses of
officer training, beginning with PT, drill and small arms, and
progressing to appreciations, orders, conventional warfare, counter
insurgency and staff work.
After some five months of continuous activity, I passed out
as a second
lieutenant. Of the fourteen of us on the course, seven were
commissioned, and of those seven, two were killed by terrorist activity
over the following years.
My first posting was to a so-called 'independent' company
headquartered
at Kariba, under the command of Major Harry Harvey, of the SAS. My
troops were white National Servicemen. The first few weeks were spent
patrolling the escarpment and the Zambezi valley between Kariba and
Chirundu, during which time we got to know our platoons and became used
to long patrols. The area was a game paradise and we constantly
encountered elephant, buffalo, rhino, hippos and numerous species of
antelope while on patrol. However, our surroundings were due to change
abruptly and we were deployed on our first tour of duty to the more
active area in the North East of Rhodesia where the war had begun in
earnest one year previously.
We were based at Mukumbura, on the border with Mozambique's
Tete
Province and were deployed inside Rhodesia but more often across the
border in Mozambique where our adversaries were both Frelimo and ZANU.
The six week tour of duty saw virtually our whole company involved in
their first contacts with terrorists We emerged having inflicted
casualties but having suffered none. Shortly after our return from the
Mukumbura operation, I was transferred to the Rhodesian African Rifles,
and became the platoon commander of various groups of black regular
soldiers.
The RAR were professional soldiers. Many of the senior NCO's
had been
in the army for decades and some had seen service in the Malayan
campaign. During the period with the RAR our forward battalion
headquarters was Centenary, the area where the first terrorist attacks
had taken place. From there we conducted operations in the surrounding
tribal trust lands and white farming areas of Centenary, Mtepatepa and
Mount Darwin.
On one occasion I was contacted by radio and told to walk to
the
nearest road, where I was picked up by a vehicle and taken to Mount
Darwin. At the time Rhodesian television was compiling a documentary on
the war and were interviewing various members of the armed forces.
Because of my non-Rhodesian origin I was selected to appear. I was
given a microphone and told by Colonel (later Lieutenant General) Derry
McIntyre to tell the listeners who I was and where I had come from. I
stuttered some incoherent remarks and duly appeared on Rhodesian TV for
all of ten seconds. I can only assume that they were hard up for
material. As it happened, that ten second snippet was included in a
documentary that was later screened in South Africa at meetings of the
Friends of Rhodesia Association, one of which I attended after my
return from Rhodesia.
It is perhaps opportune to comment briefly on operations in
general and
one operation in particular. One of the few advantages we had over the
enemy was the mobility and fire-power provided by air support which was
used extensively and to good effect. The most memorable operation was a
raid on a terrorist base in Mozambique involving Canberras which had
taken off from Salisbury bombing the camp, followed immediately by a
rocket attack from Hawker Hunters which had taken off from Gwelo,
followed immediately by a helicopter born assault (that had taken off
from Mukumbura) led by me. It was a thrilling experience to fly at tree
top height across the flat basin of the Zambezi valley, seeing the
flame, smoke and dust of the bombs, the Hunters diving at the camp area
and leaping from the helicopters at the moment of touchdown not knowing
what to expect.
During the period that I spent as the Personal Adjutant to
Lieutenant
General CA 'Pop' Fraser, the General Officer Commanding, Joint Combat
Forces, SADF, I had the opportunity of meeting General Walls, the
Commander of the Rhodesian Army on a number of occasions in Pretoria
and Salisbury. My service in the Rhodesian Army was arranged with his
authority.
The terms of service were that I should go as if I was a
Rhodesian
National Serviceman and as such I was committed to a minimum term of 11
months and would earn National Service pay. I was to start out as an
officer cadet with an intake of National Servicemen and accept whatever
rank I earned on that course for the balance of my service. I started
in mid 1973 and returned some eighteen months later.
The period at the School of Infantry involved the normal
stresses of
officer training, beginning with PT, drill and small arms, and
progressing to appreciations, orders, conventional warfare, counter
insurgency and staff work.
After some five months of continuous activity, I passed out
as a second
lieutenant. Of the fourteen of us on the course, seven were
commissioned, and of those seven, two were killed by terrorist activity
over the following years.
My first posting was to a so-called 'independent' company
headquartered
at Kariba, under the command of Major Harry Harvey, of the SAS. My
troops were white National Servicemen. The first few weeks were spent
patrolling the escarpment and the Zambezi valley between Kariba and
Chirundu, during which time we got to know our platoons and became used
to long patrols. The area was a game paradise and we constantly
encountered elephant, buffalo, rhino, hippos and numerous species of
antelope while on patrol. However, our surroundings were due to change
abruptly and we were deployed on our first tour of duty to the more
active area in the North East of Rhodesia where the war had begun in
earnest one year previously.
We were based at Mukumbura, on the border with Mozambique's
Tete
Province and were deployed inside Rhodesia but more often across the
border in Mozambique where our adversaries were both Frelimo and ZANU.
The six week tour of duty saw virtually our whole company involved in
their first contacts with terrorists We emerged having inflicted
casualties but having suffered none. Shortly after our return from the
Mukumbura operation, I was transferred to the Rhodesian African Rifles,
and became the platoon commander of various groups of black regular
soldiers.
The RAR were professional soldiers. Many of the senior NCO's
had been
in the army for decades and some had seen service in the Malayan
campaign. During the period with the RAR our forward battalion
headquarters was Centenary, the area where the first terrorist attacks
had taken place. From there we conducted operations in the surrounding
tribal trust lands and white farming areas of Centenary, Mtepatepa and
Mount Darwin.
On one occasion I was contacted by radio and told to walk to
the
nearest road, where I was picked up by a vehicle and taken to Mount
Darwin. At the time Rhodesian television was compiling a documentary on
the war and were interviewing various members of the armed forces.
Because of my non-Rhodesian origin I was selected to appear. I was
given a microphone and told by Colonel (later Lieutenant General) Derry
McIntyre to tell the listeners who I was and where I had come from. I
stuttered some incoherent remarks and duly appeared on Rhodesian TV for
all of ten seconds. I can only assume that they were hard up for
material. As it happened, that ten second snippet was included in a
documentary that was later screened in South Africa at meetings of the
Friends of Rhodesia Association, one of which I attended after my
return from Rhodesia.
It is perhaps opportune to comment briefly on operations in
general and one operation in particular. One of the few advantages we had over the
enemy was the mobility and fire-power provided by air support which was
used extensively and to good effect. The most memorable operation was a
raid on a terrorist base in Mozambique involving Canberras which had
taken off from Salisbury bombing the camp, followed immediately by a
rocket attack from Hawker Hunters which had taken off from Gwelo,
followed immediately by a helicopter born assault (that had taken off
from Mukumbura) led by me. It was a thrilling experience to fly at tree
top height across the flat basin of the Zambezi valley, seeing the
flame, smoke and dust of the bombs, the Hunters diving at the camp area
and leaping from the helicopters at the moment of touchdown not knowing
what to expect.
As it happened, the camp had been vacated hurriedly moments
before, because the bomb attack had been minimally off target, thus allowing
the enemy to scatter into the bush, and we found ourselves entering a
deserted camp that had held scores of terrorists until a few moments
before our arrival. The operation yielded no casualties but
considerable enemy supplies. Flying around in helicopters became a part
of life, but this particular operation was the most interesting of its
kind in which I was involved.
However, most operations were of a far more mundane nature.
Contacts with the enemy were few and far between, mainly because they were
indistinguishable from the local black population. Operations involved
endless weeks of patrols, ambushes, cordons and long periods concealed
in observation posts, much of it by night, interspersed occasionally
with a brief contact. In comparison with the experiences of RLI
veterans of the World Wars, who took part in momentous battles
involving huge armies, our encounters with the enemy were very minor.
Contacts were of short duration (sometimes less than seconds) and short
range (often less than ten yards) but involved the same type of
association with death, danger and suffering that has been the lot of
soldiers since conflict began. At the end of 1974 I resolved to return
home, having learned a great deal, in spite of an offer to remain in
the Intelligence Section of the RAR.
Within a year of my return, hostilities began in South West
Africa and in due course I was deployed there with the RLI for a three month tour
of duty, where my Rhodesian experience proved invaluable to the conduct
of operations in Ovamboland, Kaokoveld and Caprivi.
My association with the military lasted another fifteen years
after my return from Rhodesia. However, I have missed the flexibility and the
close cooperation between the army, police and air force that made
serving in the Rhodesian forces so rewarding, and the camaraderie that
resulted from serving with a small but highly professional army.
Editor's Note:
Murray Hofmeyr has had 25 years service with the Regiment and retired
in 1990 with the rank of major. Apart from his period of service with
the Regiment, including service on the Angolan border, he served as
Personal Adjutant to Lt Gen Fraser. His service with the Rhodesian
Forces followed this and his experiences make interesting reading. He
was awarded the Rhodesian General Service Medal.