Buffel
Well what does one say about 22 field, the base with the shooting range, demolitions range, more tin shacks to live in and a crazy Zebra.
I was transferred from 26 with about 60 other guys to 22 to continue with our 2nd phase training and obtain my Demolitions Certificate, I still did all the other courses such as the famous Bailey |Bridge building course and counter insurgency ect.
Bailey Bridge on the Dems. Range
Did I enjoy my stay at 22, hell yes.... I guess the reputation this camp had was unfair, we had our bad times but in all for the months I was there what a laugh. I will go as my memory brings out stories.
Border training
The first funny, we had this Zebra that hung around the camp, one could say it was a mascot or something, no one new where it came from or the story behind it, any way, had a few beers and I decided I was going to try and break in this donkey in pyjamas. We got hold of the poor animal and put a rope around it's neck, led it down to the small pond in front of the car park and in my wisdom I thought the water would help me break it in. Two of my mates held the animal while I mounted it and then all hell broke loose, in 2 seconds I was thrown off and next i was being chased down the car park. I headed for the administration building, went through the door and to my horror the Zebra was right behind me looking like some devil type animal hell bent on revenge. I continued running and headed for the dining block and this was full of troops having lunch. What happened next was mad, the Zebra just focused on me and kept on coming. It eventually was caught and taken outside and off it went. I was pretty much the laughing stock for a while - totally deserved I guess.
Dinner
I guess all old Sappers have heard of Piet se Gat, this was a great place to visit and get away from army life for a few hours, the walk to it was about an hour or so and what you were faced with was a huge hole in the ground which had been eroded by a water fall with the sides eroded in with a huge pool to swim in. I spent a few days there messing around, pity no pics though, a really pretty place.
Braai and Biltong
I have quite a tale to tell about the darker side of mankind, I was AWOL one night with my local girlfriend and she drove me back to camp at about 01:30, I was dropped just before the Equestrian centre and made my way to the camp through the outskirts and the brush. I was about 500 meters away and I saw blue flashing lights everywhere. My firsts thoughts was, shit I'm busted, I slowly and stealthily made my way and saw SAP vehicles and an ambulance, cops were everywhere. I stood up and blended in, I asked a mate what the hell was going on and was told a troop from Delta Bungalow had been murdered, he believed he was attacked with a tar pole whilst asleep and his skull was smashed to bits. It turned out the camp was having a braai and the attacker stole some weed (marijuana) from this chaps kas, when he was confronted he attacked and beat up the owner of the weed pretty badly. He later returned once everyone was asleep and kicked out one of the fire bucket poles from outside the front door and smashed his head in with it. No one new how many hits he made, but the chap was in a mess. Needless to say we never saw him again, nor heard what happened to him, one can only guess he got his due deserves.
That's how you make Biltong
During demolition training I will never forget the range itself, it was a huge circle with massive craters everywhere, I guess it looked like a lunar landscape picture, I recently looked for the three camps on Google Earth and was totally amazed at the satellite image, moon like as I thought - see pic below.
A bad horse day - We were pretty lucky during our down time, we were allowed to ride the camp's horses and I was ok with horses, but definitely not an expert rider. This particular day I chose a wonderful steed, a stallion of I don't know how many hands but he was pretty intimidating. The group took four horses out for the day's ride around the shooting range and surrounding areas. On the way back we got to the shooting range road and my horse took off, it seemed to know we were heading back to the stables. We all decided to have a race back to the stables. We were at full gallop and the chap on guard at the gate came out of the guard hut only to see four horses closing fast, he did not have time to open the boom, we all jumped and successfully made it in one piece. My ride decided to head through the paddock which was shorter than the road, I thought OK and let him go. I then saw the gate open and was sure I would be first in, unfortunately the sliding gate was not open wide enough and both my knees and thighs hit both the side of the gate and the gate post, I came to an abrupt halt on impact and came off the horse backwards, I experienced a pain like I had never felt before. I was sure I had broken both my legs. Off I went to hospital crying like a baby, thankfully nothing broken but I ended up light duty for two weeks and in crutches and had the worst bruising to my entire upper legs, black and blue - again this did not help with my reputation.
Bush Warfare
On a Sunday morning some idiot decided to go and surprise the main gate guard, he took a fire extinguisher from the admin block and emptied it on the poor guard who was caught in the hut sleeping like a baby, the hut, the road the guard, everything was white powder. The officer on duty was not impressed so first thing in the morning the whole camp was tree'd aan (formed up in our platoons) and asked for the culprit/s to come forward, none did. So the whole camp dressed in full kit was given something like a tyre, a marble(concrete block) or a telephone pole and we had to march to town to get the extinguisher filled and march back, 15km in and 15km back. If we had found out who had done this we would have pretty much done some harm after this.
22 from space (click pic to see larger image)
I guess this camp was my best experience in Bethlehem, we had a load of fun in both training and messing around, the only down side was we were pretty far out of town.
