Showing posts with label Army. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Army. Show all posts

Monday, June 30, 2025

Those "Army" days ...

 

It feels like another lifetime ago, but I vividly recall my high school years when mandatory military enlistment loomed large for all boys aged 16 to 18. Upon finishing school, they'd receive their "call-up" papers, a summons to fulfill their duty to the nation.

While there wasn't an active war, the National Government at the time classified the ANC political party as a terrorist organization. This was the same organization to which Nelson Mandela, Chris Hani, and many current South African government officials belonged. It's important to note that this conscription took place under a minority white government enforcing Apartheid against all non-white people.

Conscription was an inescapable reality for all young white men. Some chose to leave the country as soon as they completed their education, while tragically, others resorted to suicide.

As a young girl, dating a boy about to embark on his National Service was particularly difficult. They would be away for two years, with their first home pass typically granted only after three months of basic training. The uncertainty of their posting locations added to the anxiety; some were sent as far as Upington, a considerable distance from Johannesburg, and after basic training, deployment to the Angolan/South West African border was a common possibility. (This is where my future husband was posted, though we hadn't met yet.)

In 1981, as I prepared for college, my then-boyfriend had just finished school and was due for his call-up. I remember the tearful goodbyes at Park Station, surrounded by mothers, sisters, and fathers all saying farewell to their loved ones. (That particular relationship was short-lived, but that's a story for another time.)

My mother was wonderful about sending care packages to my male cousins on the border, filled with comforts from home. Inspired by her, I started sending parcels to other boys I knew who were also serving. With no phones or email, letters were our only means of communication. It was common practice to adorn envelopes with lipstick kisses and spray the paper with perfume. We'd spend our pocket money on fancy stationery and our evenings writing romantic letters – the memories are truly flooding back now.

The soldiers received an Army magazine that featured a pen pal section. Civilians could submit their details – for example, "Female, Blonde hair, blue eyes, likes music, dancing etc. looking for pen pals!" I remember placing an advertisement like that myself and was astonished by the response; I must have received 50 letters or more!

I felt like a celebrity. Of course, it was impossible to reply to every single one, so I had to carefully read through them all and choose which ones to answer. Photographs certainly helped in the decision-making process! It significantly boosted my social life, with dates almost every other weekend when someone was home on a pass. However, I didn't fully grasp the hardships these young men endured during those two years until much later, when I heard their heartbreaking stories.

Thank you, Trevor Romain, for jogging my memory. I deeply appreciate your work and hope you don't mind me sharing my recollections inspired by it.

I'd love to hear your memories as well.

AI gave me a great overview on Google:

National service in South Africa, specifically for white males, was primarily implemented to bolster the military manpower needed to enforce apartheid policies and maintain internal security amidst growing resistance. It was also used to project South African power in neighboring countries, including Angola, Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe), Namibia, and Mozambique, sometimes covertly, through military interventions and support for destabilization efforts. 

Here's a more detailed breakdown:

Enforcing Apartheid:
The apartheid regime relied heavily on the South African Defence Force (SADF) to enforce its policies and suppress opposition, both within the country and in neighboring territories. 

Security Concerns:
The government perceived a "communist threat" and used national service to counter perceived internal and external threats, particularly from liberation movements and anti-apartheid activists. 

Border Wars:
The SADF was heavily involved in border wars, particularly in Namibia (then South African-occupied) and Angola. National service provided the necessary manpower for these conflicts. 

Maintaining Nationalist Rule:
The government viewed national service as crucial for maintaining its power and control, both in suppressing internal dissent and projecting military strength abroad. 
Political Context:

The implementation of national service in 1967 coincided with escalating resistance to apartheid, both domestically and internationally. The government needed a large, conscripted army to deal with the growing challenges. 

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Facebook

I have a few of my 'x's' on Facebook, but none that I would have had a full on relationship resulting in a bad break-up.  Some of them I dated a few times, I guess I was always after the one I couldn't have and also as soon as they were interested I would loose interest, I think it was all about the chase.

When I was 17 a friend of mine put an ad in the "Paratus Pret" for me, this was an army magazine and I guess it was the only reading material that some Army guys had while up on the border.  You see South Africa had conscription in those days, all white males were made to go to the army for 2 years when they finished school, or college or university.  I remember at school, in summer we would have assembly in the Quad and the principal calling all the guys who were turning 16 and they had to fill in their forms for the army.

Most guys dreaded it because you had heard so many stories about it.  Anyway to get back to to the reason for this post, (I'll have to do another post on the SA defense force) so I had this ad in the Paratus and within a few weeks of it being published I swear I had about 100 letters, I felt like a celebrity!  But of course I could not write to all of them, so those that enclosed a photograph and were nice looking, got put in one pile, those that sounded nice or had a nice handwriting got put in another pile, the Afrikaans letters or semi-Afrikaans went in another pile, and of course there were just those that you knew you were never going to answer.

Out of all the correspondence I had a letter from a guy called Dion.   Dion was in the Parabats in Tempe in Bloemfontein.  It was 1982 I had just stated working - anyway D would write occasionally but most of the time he would just phone.  It is so long ago now that I don't remember any of the conversations.  The things that do stick vividly in my mind, were D coming to my work to say hi, he would just drop in - I worked in a department at Barclays bank with about 20 other girls, D would pop in with his uniform on, he was 6ft 3 and good looking, and he would have to come to the pigeon hole, it was the reception area to ask for me.

It was almost quite prestigious having a boyfriend in the army and of course if they were good looking all the girls would be really envious.  That was round about the time that Iris at work got married and I needed a partner for the wedding, no wait that was a at the end of 1983 and I asked D to go with me - a whole story on it's own.

Then there was the time that D landed up in Jail in Bloemfontein, a whole group of them went to a farm looking to buy some marijuana from the locals, and of course they wouldn't sell it to them, so I think a scuffle broke out the cops were called and the guys landed up in Prison as it became a civil case.  I got a phone call from his mom and him and the next thing I was on a train down to Bloemfontein to see him, spent the day and took the train back that night.

Then I got a phone call from his mom when he was in the Military hospital @ Voortrekkerhoogte, they were supposed to be off to the border but D was on a trip of his own and landed up in the psychiatric ward at Voortrekkerhoogte.

Another time I remember was when my friend Mercia was in town from PE which would also have been 83/84 and she was staying at a hotel in Hilbrow, D met me there with a friend of his and we spent the night chatting and drinking and all ended up sleeping on the floor in her hotel room.


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