Following on from Incident 1 : A few months later we were on patrol in a notoriously bad area and during the day we had made our way from village to village keeping a wary eye out as we progressed. Late afternoon we rested at a buildings complex. The complex had been damaged and was mostly in ruins but with low walls etc it was the perfect spot to defend and we took up the positions allocated by our NCO. It was here we had our evening meal. However we did not settle for the n

Travelling back from Harare one day Amanda and I we are still some way off the turning to My Dad’s farm which was about 12 miles from Gweru. I am driving Amanda’s Austin 1100. Another vehicle is approaching me on the strip road. Zimbabwe’s strip roads consist of 2 tyre width pieces of tarmac running down the centre of the road but it is only wide enough for one vehicle at a time. When two vehicles meet they need to give way to each other by moving to the left. The offside whe

I cannot remember the reason for our travel that day but I was driving my car on this occasion. We had approached a set of traffic lights and I slowed down and came to a stop. There was a few seconds silence before Amanda tells me the lights are green. Oh, could have sworn they were red – as I am about to pull away a car races through the lights from the passenger side. The roads in Bulawayo City are very wide. They were made to allow a wagon and a full span of oxen to turn a