John Pile (4RR)
Rogues Gallery
KALAHARI AUGRABIES EXTREME MARATHON
Very Proud Grandparents Write:-
News just in that Grandson Daniel Rowland has won the 250 km Kalahari Marathon by 26 minutes. Second was Mahmut Vavuz (Turkey) and third Tiaan Erwee (South Africa).
Daniel won every leg of the-event except the last where he came in third and thereby hangs a tale of brotherly love. Brian, his younger brother really suffered hardships towards the end and the organizers on, Medical advice, wanted to withdraw him from the race. However on appeal it was agreed that he could continue only if he walked. Running would result in disqualification.
The last phase of the race was a 26km leg with a staggered start, slowest runners first off and the fastest, on timings, last. Daniel running towards a first place on that last leg saw his brother limping along so he stopped and walked the last km or so with his brother crossing the line together.!
Daniel third on the leg, First overall and Brian 25th. Jon Rowland father (my son in law) finished 20th. The Grandfathers cup runneth over with the odd emotional tear!
Keith and Patricia Kemsley (RhAF)
A little information on this event, taken from the site http://www.runnersworld.co.za/event/kalahari-augrabies-extreme-marathon-2-2/
The race is a self-sufficient run over seven days, covering an approximate distance of 250 km (155 mi). The event takes place in the Kalahari Desert in the proximity of the Augrabies Falls on the Orange River. The route traverses the Augrabies Falls National Park, private game parks including Dabaras and many private farmlands. This contrasting environment with average day temperatures reaching in excess of 40 C and dropping to below 5 C at night presents a daunting challenge to the extreme athlete and determined adventurer alike.
Known as the ‘Big Daddy’ in the South African running circles, the Kalahari Augrabies Extreme Marathon is a prestigious event organised by Extreme Marathons, and has its place on the International Calendar of similar trail events. Participants run in the footsteps of the ancient Bushmen, through the fertile vineyards of the Orange River Valley, across rocky outcrops and into the desolate Great Kalahari Desert.
The event is limited to 100 entries only.
A further note from Keith.
The reason I sent you the final result (other than a grandfather boasting) was to try and portrait that the spirit of our Rhodesia \"a Band of Brothers\" seem to have taken root in the next generation! To quote further:
\"I am not of that feather to leave my friend when he must need me!\"
It would be nice if you could perhaps find time and place to include the feeling in the ORAFs News Letter which has continued to hold us together \"The Band of Brothers\" through you dedication and efforts
DEREK DE KOCK AND MARATHONS
Derek (RhAF) Writes:-
I have just read with great interest the fantastic achievements of Keith Kemsley\'s Grandson. However I too have kids and grand kids doing crazy things. My daughter has just run the Melbourne Marathon and her daughter my Grand Daughter has done it twice. The whole family also completed the Tough Mudder obstacle competition earlier this year which is a 20km course based on an army obstacle course but with more mud mixed with cow dung. They definitely have screws missing in the cranial cavity however I wonder if they are trying to outdo their grand parents. Also I wonder if Keith remembers the day when he gave me a ride in a Vamp T11 from TH to NS and all I wanted to do was to Eject as I thought the AC was on Fire.
MODELS
Vic Wightman (RhAF) Writes:-
Have a look under products : planes, for some expensive but rather posh models for well-heeled collectors.
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ROGER COWLING (RhAF) REMEMBERS
I had the pleasure of working with Nolan Payne, and often flew with him in the Cessna 210. He was an adventurous individual, and when returning from an audit at Bumi and Kariba Breezes (he had hire boats at both venues), he decided to buzz Andora harbour. On pulling away from the bay, banking to port, there was a loud \"thwack\"! He methodically checked everything, found it ok, and proceeded to Charles Prince, where on landing we were escorted to the hangar. Inspection found a deep dent in the starboard leading edge where we had neatly severed an Eskom power line! A few dollars left Nolan\'s pocket as a result. We were returning from Cape Town when YOT started to lose power over the escarpment. He nursed her home to discover the gudgeon pin in No6 piston had broken exactly in the centre but had kept position perfectly. He refurbished her then - totally. Many more stories from those days - like ATC at Jan Smuts asking him to confirm we had ILS, as Springbok ZS something was directly behind us! Only a Jumbo on finals we were ahead of! A quick re-route to an alternative strip was the order of the day. Thank you, Eddy for your tireless efforts in keeping us in the loop.
RHODESIAN PILOT - JOHN WALMISLEY
Mike McLean Writes;-
I am wondering if you can help me out, I am researching an individual who flew with 237 (Rhodesia) squadron during the second world war. His name is John Walmisley service number 80055. ANY information you have on him would be helpful. I have found his promotion dates in the London Gazette, as well as his MiD mention. Anything further would be very much appreciated!
Thank You
Mike McLean
Researcher from Canada
gordonmclean@rogers.com
BRITISH COMEDIANS IN RHODESIA
Rob Picton (INTAF) sent in this YouTube link:-
http://www.aparchive.com/metadata/view/368a7cd1478c136283bf9b83870188fb
GOODYEAR EAGLES WEBSITE
Dennis Spence (RhAF) Writes:-
We now have our web site up and running. www.goodyeareagles.com Any input would be appreciated.
[Some great photographs can be viewed here Eddy Norris]
HORNUNG SUGAR EMPIRE
I am Paul Lapperre and I am presently writing a book on the history of Sena Sugar Estates in Mozambique. Sena Sugar Estates was owned by the Hornung family of Sussex.
In 1936, if my sources are correct, George Hornung also established a sugar refinery in Bulawayo: Rhodesia Sugar Refinery Ltd. Almost no information is available on this aspect of the
Hornung sugar empire and I wonder whether there is still anyone who knows about the early history (1936-1944) of the Rhodesia Sugar Refinery. If you are aware of anyone who could help me with information, I would be very grateful.
dr.ir. P.E.Lapperre
203 Widumsiedlung
6952 Sibratsgfaell
Austria
e-mail: plapperre@aon.at or p.e.lapperre@zambezi.demon.nl
Website: www.zambezi.demon.nl
REMINDERS
ORAFs would like you to consider sending your date (please do not include year of birth) The idea is to gradually update the Reminders from Rhodesia file. Please include what service you were in- RhAF or RhArmy etc (not unit)
Also if you have details of an event that qualifies remembering please send that information and source to ORAFs. An example, thanks to a couple of Umtali boys it was established that M Level of the GCE commenced in 1962. When did Cambridge cease and replaced by O Level - what about A Levels. Also when did City of Guilds replace the old South African NTC papers.
REQUEST FOR INFORMATION
Keith Nell (RhArmy) Writes:-
I wonder if you can assist locating anyone in the Air Force who were in the Group temporarily located at Karoi some days after the 12th February when the Viscount Umniati went down. I presume they were on Fire Force duty when they stayed overnight at the Twin Rivers Motel.
At first light the next day, Lt D W SAS led a successful attack on the ZIPRA Missile Group in the Urungwe TTL and sent me a message via the BSAP that he required uplift. I went to the Twin Rivers Motel and alerted the pilots and crew who were still in bed, to attend a briefing on the BSAP\'s sports fields where the choppers were parked. Any Air force pilot who was there on that occasion will remember the vague briefing I gave them, without any knowledge of the exact locstat of where the contact took place, or of how many bodies had to be uplifted, etc. All I could give them was a general direction to fly and that Lt Watt would hopefully see them in flight and call in on his radio, which luckily happened.
The pilots would recall the uplift because apart from gook bodies and everyone else, there were rescued hostages with children to uplift back to Karoi for fear of ZIPRA retribution.
Please put out an appeal for anyone who was in that Air Force Group, to come forward. I need information for the Limited Edition of my book Viscount Down, that I am busy working on. Hopefully someone will remember the event and have a log book recording of that day. I can be contacted at info@viscountdown.com or on +27 76 6048110.
REAL MEN FLEW THE B707
Per kind favour of Hal Bowker
Subject: Real Men Flew the Boeing 707 Those were the good ole days.
Pilots back then were men that didn\'t want to be women or girlymen. Pilots all knew who Jimmy Doolittle was. Pilots drank coffee, whiskey, smoked cigars and didn\'t wear digital watches. They carried their own suitcases and brain bags like the real men that they were. Pilots didn\'t bend over into the crash position multiple times each day in front of the passengers at security so that some Gov’t agent could probe for tweezers or fingernail clippers or too much toothpaste. Pilots did not go through the terminal impersonating a caddy pulling a bunch of golf clubs, computers, guitars, and feed bags full of tofu and granola on a sissy-trailer with no hat and granny glasses hanging on a pink string around their pencil neck while talking to their personal trainer on the cell phone!!! Being an Airline Captain was as good as being the King in a Mel Brooks movie. All the Stewardesses (aka. Flight Attendants) were young, attractive, single women that were proud to be combatants in the sexual revolution. They didn\'t have to turn sideways, grease up and suck it in to get through the cockpit door. They would blush and say thank you when told that they looked good, instead of filing a sexual harassment claim. Junior Stewardesses shared a room and talked about men, with no thoughts of substitution. Passengers wore nice clothes and were polite, they could speak AND understand English. They didn\'t speak gibberish or listen to loud gangsta rap on their IPods. They bathed and didn\'t smell like a rotting pile of garbage in a jogging suit and flip-flops. Children didn\'t travel alone, commuting between trailer parks. There were no mongol hordes asking for a “mu-fuggin” seat belt extension or a Scotch and grapefruit juice cocktail with a twist. If the Captain wanted to throw some offensive, ranting jerk off the airplane, it was done without any worries of a lawsuit or getting fired. Axial flow engines crackled with the sound of freedom and left an impressive black smoke trail like a locomotive burning soft coal. Jet fuel was cheap and once the throttles were pushed up they were left there, after all it was the jet age and the idea was to go fast (run like a lizard on a hardwood floor). Economy cruise was something in the performance book, but no one knew why or where it was. When the clacker went off no one got all tight and scared because Boeing built it out of iron, nothing was going to fall off and that sound had the same effect on real pilots then as Viagra does now for those new age guys. There was very little plastic and no composites on the airplanes or the Stewardesses’ pectoral regions. Airplanes and women had eye pleasing symmetrical curves, not a bunch of ugly vortex generators, ventral fins, winglets, flow diverters, tattoos, rings in their nose, tongues and eyebrows. Airlines were run by men like Howard Hughes, Bob Six and Juan Trippe who had built their companies virtually from scratch, knew many of their employees by name and were lifetime airline employees themselves…not pseudo financiers and bean counters who flit from one occupation to another for a few bucks, a better parachute or a fancier title while fervently believing that they are a class of beings unto themselves. And so it was back then….and never will be again
MALCOLM ROSS REMEMBERS JOHN ERASMUS
RSM Johnny Erasmus that was once lived in Umtali and was in charge of the Umtali Drill Hall
Johnny enjoyed making us do the \"trail arms\" with those heavy 303 rifles we as Cadets and Territorial\'s had to use, my sore and damaged arms and wrists knew, for hours afterwards, that we had been doing the trail arms.
In order to alleviate these excruciating pains I designed a small caster wheel bracket to fit in the oil bottle hole in the butt of the rifle.
I was then able to drag the rifle rather than lift it off the ground, that was until Johnny saw it, my tender tummy bore mute evidence to the \"very gentle\" prodding of his forever present pace stick.
At a camp at Inkomo Barracks Johnny hypnotized Alistair Christy to believe he was a dog, and did not bring him fully out of the hypnosis, Alistair woke that night and reverted to being a dog, barking around the tents and biting everyone that came near him.
The \"Mountain Goats\" as the Umtali boys were known always won the parade shield at Inkomo Barracks that was until I came came around as right hand marker. That year we lost the coveted shield, Johnny never let us and me forget it - life was a bit strenuous at Umtali parades after that.
It was at one of these camps that Ivor Waring ( I think that\'s who it was) lost his life when his closed tent caught alight. The tents were water proofed with paraffin wax and burned furiously and were impossible to extinguish.
At the Inkomo camp all new boys had to do an act of some sort, I played the mouth organ and played God save the King, everyone had to stand to attention. I then played God save the Queen and everyone had to again stand to attention, Johnny, in modus sense of humour lost, had his pace stick again speak \"softly\" to me.
A big, smart, physically fit man always impeccably dressed Johnny always made an impression, especially when using his \"body guard\", his well polished brass on wood pace stick.
His favorite past time, to scream loudly at one of the troopies at the very back of the Umtali Drill Hall parade square who had a shirt button undone. How he knew or even saw this was of great intrigue to all of us.
Johnny was also a heavy weight boxer and rumor has it he unintentionally killed one of his opponents in the boxing ring.
I believe Johnny, after he retired from the army, was Ian Smith\'s aide de camp.
If you are interested in this era, you can spend days in these sites surfing around.
INTERESTING SITES
Ron Jarman (RhAF) recommends these sites
A great deal of information that’swell put together.
a€;Aviation Pioneers
a€;World War I Aces
a€;Hall of Fame of the Air
a€;WW2 European Theatre ( ETO )
a€;WW2 Pacific Theatre (PTO)
a€;WW2 US Marine Corps
a€;WW2 US Navy Aces
a€;WW2 Mediterranean ( MTO )
a€;WW2 German Aces
a€;Korean War Aces
a€;Russian Aces
a€;Vietnam Era Aces
a€;Airplanes
a€;World War I Planes
a€;1930s Aircraft photos
a€;WW2 Fighters
a€;WW2 Bombers
a€;WW2 German Planes
a€;WW2 Airplane Pictures
a€;History of Airplanes blog
a€;Nose Art
a€;Postwar Jets
a€;World War Two
a€;WW2 Facts and Firsts
a€;WW2 Medals
a€;WW2 Museums
a€;WW2 Pictures
a€;WW2 Ships
*WW2 Weapons
SMILE A WHILE
Old Country Preacher
From our friends of one of our Special Forces Units.
An old country preacher......had a teenage son, and it was getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a profession. Like many young Men his age, the boy didn\'t really know what he wanted to do, and he didn\'t seem too concerned about it. One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy\'s room and placed on his study table four objects..
1. A Bible.....?
2. A silver dollar.....?
3. A bottle of whisky.....?
4. And a Playboy magazine.....?
\'I\'ll just hide behind the door,\' the old preacher said to himself. \'When he comes home from school today, I\'ll see which object he picks up.
If it\'s the Bible, he\'s going to be a preacher like me, and what a blessing that would be!
If he picks up the dollar, he\'s going to be a business man, and that would be okay, too.
But if he picks up the bottle, he\'s going to be a no-good drunken bum, and Lord, what a shame that would be.
And worst of all if he picks up that magazine he\'s going to be a Skirt-chasing womanizer.\'
The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son\'s foot-steps as he entered the house whistling and headed for his room.
The boy tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table..
With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them. Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink, while he admired this month\'s centrefold.
\'Lord have mercy,\' the old preacher disgustedly whispered.
\'He\'s gonna be a pilot.\'
\"The secret to being happy is having a good sense of humour and a dirty mind! \"
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Rhodesian Air Force, ORAFs