I normally do a small write up for the 15th April every year, this year I tried, I just could not come up with something that I was satisfied with, so I started to scratch online..
The following comes form Eye of the Firestorm, written by Roland de Vries. I hope he wont mind me using some of his excellent writing here.
"This was how Captain Jan Malan told me his story and how it was written in his report (translated from Afrikaans):
“With my arrival at Tsintsabis I met the tracker team of
Lieutenant Daan van der Westhuizen for the first time (the husband of
the legendary Tannie Pompie) and his son-in-law, Rifleman Hendrik
Potgieter. There were five Bushmen trackers in his team.
After a quick marrying-up and a motivational talk to my platoon, we left
for the area were the enemy tracks had been found. Just before we left
Tsintsabis, Hendrik Potgieter still remarked how joyful it was to work
with such motivated and dedicated men.
The trackers travelled with us, mounted on top of our Ratels. As we
moved along the Bravo cut-line, the Bushman maintained close watch for
signs and tracks of the enemy. We proceeded westwards along the Bravo.
As we approached the alleged enemy crossing site we observed numerous
sheets of white paper strewn about, alongside the cut-line.
When we reached the suspect area I instructed my men to dismount from
the Ratels. We approached in open formation on foot. Closer inspection
revealed that the white papers lying around were typical SWAPO propaganda pamphlets.
The next moment one of the Bushman trackers came to an abrupt halt. He
pointed to a suspect area in the sandy track. I halted our search and
marked the suspect area with a mine marker I had on me. I then tasked
the trackers to do an all-round search of the area. The trackers
reported that there were three enemy tracks leading in a southerly
We found shallow trenches alongside the northern edge of the cut-line,
which had been prepared by the enemy. The signs on the ground indicated
clearly that the enemy had evacuated their positions hastily the
previous night. We found a clear path of approximately twenty tracks
left by the enemy. The tracks lead in a north-westerly direction.
After a brief discussion with Van der Westhuizen and Potgieter, we
decided to do a 360° search of the suspect area. This was to determine
exactly where the enemy tracks were leading to. All of us were in
agreement that the enemy tracks would most likely swing back and cross
the cut-line in a southerly direction. The reason for this was that the
infiltration direction obviously, should lead in the direction of the
farms to the south.
It was now about 10h45 and the trackers indicated that the tracks were
approximately twelve hours old. At this stage I gave feed-back to
Commandant Roland de Vries at the Tsintsabis tactical headquarters by
radio. My suggestion was to carry on with the search. My battalion
commander agreed with me.
The plan was now for one infantry section to move to the south of the
cut-line and to search for enemy tracks 200m in a westerly direction. At
the same time Lieutenant Daan van der Westhuizen, with the remainder of
the trackers and another infantry section, continued with the search to
the north in a westerly direction for 200m.
The terrain alongside the cut-line, in both directions, was extremely
dense. From the moment Ratel 12A, with van der Westhuizen on board,
left, they were out of my sight.
Daan van der Westhuizen, apparently occupying the Ratel turret, reported
that the enemy tracks were leading in a westerly direction. The next
moment there were maddening explosions and rippling small-arms fire
coming from the receding Ratel’s direction.
I immediately recognised that the fire was not coming from the Ratel’s
20mm quick firing gun. I tried to call the section on the radio, but
there was no answer. I immediately deployed the remainder of the
platoon and started moving in the direction where the fire was coming
from. The bush was dense and our movement was slowed down considerably.
At one o’clock from our position in front of us we observed two 300m
signal flares bursting in the sky. By now the small-arms fire had
I instantly reported our dilemma to my battalion commander at Tsintsabis
and requested the gunships. Without more ado the Alouette gunships were
airborne and flying towards us. We then sighted our burning Ratel. My
troops dismounted into an open formation as we moved forward. We did not
fire for fear of hitting our own people – those soldiers who could
possibly be in front of us. At that same moment two of our soldiers came
running anxiously towards our left-front. They were streaked with blood
and totally shocked.
The two soldiers reported to me that they had driven right into an
ambush with their Ratel and that many of their section members had been
Massive black clouds and flames were erupting from the Ratel. I deployed
two of our sections and moved them to the other side of the burning
Ratel where they took up a defensive position.
There were no signs of enemy. Accompanied by the platoon commander I
quickly moved towards the burning Ratel. We peered inside and it was
obvious that nobody was alive. At this stage the ammunition inside the
Ratel started exploding and the roof-hatches were blown sky-high.
All around the burning Ratel I found our remaining soldiers of the
section. They were all wounded and shocked. The medical orderly, company
HQ and platoon HQ personnel removed the wounded to a safer area, away
from the dangerous explosions. They rendered first aid to our wounded
At that moment the Alouette gunships arrived. I indicated to them the
assumed direction the enemy had retreated. Approximately one kilometre
further west of our position we heard the gunships firing at the ground.
In the meantime I had requested the HQ at Tsintsabis to dispatch the two
Puma helicopters for casualty evacuation. The Puma’s were on their way
We had by now adopted an all-round defence and started preparing a
helicopter landing zone while the Ratel was burning profusely. The tyres
were causing columns of black smoke and internal explosions ripped
large pieces off the hull. The Pumas landed and our dead and wounded
were taken on board and flown south to Grootfontein.
The gunships were still firing into the bushes to the west of us.. One of the gunships evaded a SAM-7 which had been fired in retaliation by the enemy from the ground. The crews reported three possible terrorist kills.
I then followed up with two sections in the direction of the contact. We found the three bodies as well as the SAM-7. One of the dead terrorists was later identified as a section leader.
I had lost a total of eight men killed in this one ambush.
It was later confirmed that one enemy platoon had been tasked to lay an
ambush on the cutline to serve as deception for the other enemy groups
to infiltrate across into the farming area. Five mines were later lifted
by our engineers in the area where the ambush had been sprung.
The enemy had left a clear trail for us to follow. The ambush had been
carefully planned and cleverly set up. It was in the form of a
horse-shoe. It was located in a thicker part of the forest on the verge
of a more open area. The enemy had prepared shallow trenches for their RPG-7s, SKS rifle grenades and machine guns. We found the position for the SAM-7 and a 60mm mortar as well.
Our Ratel was allowed to approach to within 15-20m before the enemy
opened fire. It was later found that the Ratel had been penetrated by
seven RPG-7 rockets and rifle grenades.
The enemy platoon returned to Angola after they had completed their mission.”
This was a sad story, was it not? Sad stories happen to own and enemy alike…
I felt deeply for Jan Malan, his soldiers, their loved ones, even
myself. I could never describe to anyone what I felt that one tragic
morning in the war…
…If you can meet with triumph and disaster… If you could risk it on
one turn of pitch-and-toss… with sixty seconds worth of distance ran.
We had now lost ten of our young in one day, eight of them taken in one fell swoop…
Yours is the earth and everything that’s in it… Which is more…? You were men, my sons!
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and hold on.
What more was there to utter?
What was heart-rending was that Tannie Pompie van der Westhuizen,
close by on their farm Koedoesvlei, was monitoring the crisis over her
radios. She was calmly relaying Jan Malan’s radio messages to me to help
with the dispatching of the helicopters and the evacuation of the dead
and the wounded. Only then could I hear that she was at her tethers. I
asked Padre Koos Rossouw, our chaplain, to console her over the radio.
Koos Rossouw and the Van der Westhuizens had become good friends, as all
of 61 Mech were. As soon as one of the Pumas returned from Grootfontein
I had Koos Rossouw flown to her farm.
The ambush of 15 April 1982…This was how Operation Yahoo for 61 Mech and the community began.
When I found some quiet in the night the following week, I wrote a
citation for a brave man. This was for the Honoris Crux Decoration of
Lieutenant Daan van der Westhuizen. He had died under the banner of 61
Mech. The decoration was long outstanding; he should already have
received it for Operation Carrot in 1981 – undoubting service to others
under extremely dangerous situations.
In memoriam, the names of eight brave soldiers…
Second Lieutenant D.R. van der Westhuizen, HC.
Corporal M.J. van Jaarsveld.
Lance Corporal J.J. van den Berg.
Rifleman M. Peterson.
Rifleman J.H. Potgieter.
Rifleman B.J. Wolfaardt.
Bushman Tracker, Jan Kouswab.
Bushman Tracker, Unknown.
The intense burning of the stricken Ratel only allowed us to recover
the remains of our men two days later and move the wreck to the Tsumeb
That particular morning in the war had been heart rendering for the
soul. It is hard for any commander to lose soldiers in combat, for
their comrades it is the same. What about the loved ones in South Africa
and SWA. Those who did not know yet…?
This was only the first day. The battle was not over yet!
Fortunately friction de guerre visits the enemy too. Finesse lies in
making it happen more to the foe. This implies wresting the initiative
from the enemy and keeping it. This was what Operation Yahoo was all
Let us successfully complete Operation Yahoo now – first things
first. Let the Winter Games commence and be successfully completed once
There was work to be done, Giel Reinecke, Gerrie Hugo! What is next on our action list?
The closing of 15 April 1982 was upon us. There will be no 15th of April 1982 again. Only the memories and the aching remained.
It was time to move our small command team to the Tsumeb airfield,
brief the incoming forces, take control, deploy the plan, and carry on –
swiftly. Seek forward ground (when you can keep your head…)"
WE WILL NEVER FORGET!
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Ons ry op die Tsintsabis pad Koedoesvlei toe.. Alles lyk bekend, maar tog ook nie... die motor is doodstil binne, daar speel nie eers musiek nie. Ek is baie besig met my eie gedagtes. Ek sien bekende name, Concordia, dit was Hendrik se plaas waardeur die Omaramba geloop het. Ons het baie daar gaan piekniek as daar water was. Pa hulle het n vlot gebou en so het ons oor die rivier gekom by die pos om te sorg vir water vir die diere.n Entjie verder het die pad n T aansluiting gemaak... NOU is ons naby. Die plaas Vaalwater le regs. Oom Rassie Erasmus was ons buurman en is ook vermoor in 82 toe hy n landmyn afgetrap het. As ons links draai le Platsak regs van ons.. Daar het Oom Dicky en Tannie Baba van Reenen gebly toe ek n kind was, voor my pa hulle se dood. Daarna was dit oom George en Tannie Santjie Thomas.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
My naam is Koos le Roux. Ek was nooit in die Weermag nie, maar in die Polisie te Rundu Veiligheidstak en dan later in Koevoet Kavango.
Ek het ongelukkig nooit jou ouers ontmoet nie, maar ek het Hendrik ontmoet die oggend van die dag waarop hulle gesterf het. Ek het Jan Kaka ook geken.
Maar eers van Tant Pompies. Ek wou haar vreeslik graag ontmoet en net n soen en druk gee vir die ongevraagde hulp en aanmoediging wat gekom het op die tyd wanneer ek dit die nodigste gehad het. Daar was ongelukkig nooit n geleentheid om dit te doen nie. Vandag besef ek dat ek net eenvoudig tyd moes maak, maar.....
Dit was tydens die infiltrasie twee jaar voor jou Pa-hulle se tragedie. Daar was oral opvolge aan die gang en die radios was besig. Ek was saam met A/O van der Westhuizen en twee swart kolegas van die Veiligheidstak op Rundu besig om tien spore te volg noord van die Mangetti.. Ons het met n Land Cruiser en n Hilux bakkie gewerk, een agter elke stuurwiel en een met sy geweer agter op elke bak, n Boesman op die spoor. Duidelik was ons glad nie ingerig om kontak te maak nie en het dringend die hulp van n vegspan van een of ander aard verlang.
Ons radio vermoens was beperk tot n TR 28 wat eers opgeslaan moes word en ingestel moes word voordat daar na ons kantoor geroep kon word. Koms was baie swak en ons was reeds vir die tweede dag op hierdie spore sonder dat ons koms kon bewerkstellig. Ek moet weer beklemtoon dat ons nie gereed was om met hulle kontak te maak nie, maar net die spoor gevolg het om n vegspan se werk makliker te maak.
Teen die middel van die tweede dag, terwyl ek weer pobeer het om met enige Polisie-roepsein kontak te maak, het hierdie engelstem op die lug gekom en gevra ek moet my identifiseer, sy ken nie die roepsein nie. Ek het met dankbaarheid gese wie ek is en wat my posisie was en dat ek hulp soek. Haar antwoord was: "Jaag hulle, Boetie, jag hulle, ek sal hulp by jou uitkry!" Sy het. Daardie aand het Chris de Witt se Koevoetspan, Zulu Whiskey, by ons oornag en die volgende oggend vroeg was hulle aan die hardloop. Weens die baie opvolge wat aan die gang was, kon ons nie lugsteun in die vorm van "gunships" kry nie, maar het Tant Pompies wat uit haar eie na ons frekwensie oorgeskakel het, vir ons n vastevlerk met n wakker vlienier gekry. Met sy hulp het twee van die vyand vroegdag al gegroet. Tant Pompies was gou met gelukwense en weereens n "Jaag hulle boeties, jag hulle"
Ten tyde van jou Pa-hulle se dood het ek my eie Koevoetspan gehad. Ons was die eerste om met daardie groep vyand kontak te maak. Eers binne die Mangetti-plase en toe op n plaas wes van Tsinstabis. Ek onthou die plaas se naam was iets met Kalk..... Ons het geen verliese gehad nie en was dankbaar om met hulle te kon afreken.
As ek reg onthou het nie een van daardie infiltrasie-groep Angola weer lewendig gehaal nie.
Ek kan jou verseker dat jou Pa in al die manne, Weermag, Polisie en boere wat daardie tyd daar was, se herinneringe as n held voortleef. Dieselfde geld ook vir jou Ma, wat as gevolg van haar besondere toegewyde diens met die radio-komunikasie aan baie meer manne as die "onbekende" Tannie Pompies bekend was.
Koos le Roux.
Friday, February 27, 2015
Die Swart Pan Februarie 2015Waar begin ek? Seker by die begin ne?