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The Mexican Chronicles – Sixteen
As one moved away from the river, one encountered the first baobab trees: like huge, ancient beings. They give off a special “vibration”, different to any other trees I have known. Once out of the gully we could see more of what the landscape had to offer. There was a plain leading up to a few small hills 3 km away. The bush was sparse, with very little grass, just dusty sand, interspersed with these stately baobabs. The beginnings of roads could be seen, and signs of human traffic were evident. We passed an old Russian tank, a T58 or something, and a couple of artillery pieces. Some of the tiffie-looking guys stopped here. Tiffie types are unique looking: even in a well-disciplined army they manage to look untidy and a little dirty. Here they stuck out even more because of the lack of rules, and they were the only fat guys in the whole place. The rest of Longa had either fit guys (ours), or half-starved children (FAAs).
Around the next corner was the rough parade ground. Now here was a shock…. It was full of half-dressed little black men! Normally in any army I’m one of the smallest guys; here was an entire Brigade, all smaller and skinnier than me. Not only that, what clothes they had on were rags; if they had any footwear at all, it was decrepit, falling-apart takkies or slops. As we got closer you could see how young they were. The average age must have been about sixteen. Spread amongst this sorry lot were a few better-dressed but no less dirty adults. One or two in each group had AKs and quite a few had a weird-looking rifle, which I learned was an ancient model called a G3. G3 in army medical lingo means unfit for duty, a small piece of irony which was not noticed by many. On the side of the parade ground was a large tent with all the paraphernalia of an Ops room. In the tent were a few fatter, but not much, well dressed (i.e. in uniform) black soldiers. They were listening intently to what two white Executive Outcomes chaps were telling them. Well, I just stared at it all in surprise.
Big Five Wars is my main mission for now and they also get updated regularly.
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The Mexican Chronicles – Sixteen
As one moved away from the river, one encountered the first baobab trees: like huge, ancient beings. They give off a special “vibration”, different to any other trees I have known. Once out of the gully we could see more of what the landscape had to offer. There was a plain leading up to a few small hills 3 km away. The bush was sparse, with very little grass, just dusty sand, interspersed with these stately baobabs. The beginnings of roads could be seen, and signs of human traffic were evident. We passed an old Russian tank, a T58 or something, and a couple of artillery pieces. Some of the tiffie-looking guys stopped here. Tiffie types are unique looking: even in a well-disciplined army they manage to look untidy and a little dirty. Here they stuck out even more because of the lack of rules, and they were the only fat guys in the whole place. The rest of Longa had either fit guys (ours), or half-starved children (FAAs).
Around the next corner was the rough parade ground. Now here was a shock…. It was full of half-dressed little black men! Normally in any army I’m one of the smallest guys; here was an entire Brigade, all smaller and skinnier than me. Not only that, what clothes they had on were rags; if they had any footwear at all, it was decrepit, falling-apart takkies or slops. As we got closer you could see how young they were. The average age must have been about sixteen. Spread amongst this sorry lot were a few better-dressed but no less dirty adults. One or two in each group had AKs and quite a few had a weird-looking rifle, which I learned was an ancient model called a G3. G3 in army medical lingo means unfit for duty, a small piece of irony which was not noticed by many. On the side of the parade ground was a large tent with all the paraphernalia of an Ops room. In the tent were a few fatter, but not much, well dressed (i.e. in uniform) black soldiers. They were listening intently to what two white Executive Outcomes chaps were telling them. Well, I just stared at it all in surprise.
Big Five Wars is my main mission for now and they also get updated regularly.
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The Mexican Chronicles – Sixteen
As one moved away from the river, one encountered the first baobab trees: like huge, ancient beings. They give off a special “vibration”, different to any other trees I have known. Once out of the gully we could see more of what the landscape had to offer. There was a plain leading up to a few small hills 3 km away. The bush was sparse, with very little grass, just dusty sand, interspersed with these stately baobabs. The beginnings of roads could be seen, and signs of human traffic were evident. We passed an old Russian tank, a T58 or something, and a couple of artillery pieces. Some of the tiffie-looking guys stopped here. Tiffie types are unique looking: even in a well-disciplined army they manage to look untidy and a little dirty. Here they stuck out even more because of the lack of rules, and they were the only fat guys in the whole place. The rest of Longa had either fit guys (ours), or half-starved children (FAAs).
Around the next corner was the rough parade ground. Now here was a shock…. It was full of half-dressed little black men! Normally in any army I’m one of the smallest guys; here was an entire Brigade, all smaller and skinnier than me. Not only that, what clothes they had on were rags; if they had any footwear at all, it was decrepit, falling-apart takkies or slops. As we got closer you could see how young they were. The average age must have been about sixteen. Spread amongst this sorry lot were a few better-dressed but no less dirty adults. One or two in each group had AKs and quite a few had a weird-looking rifle, which I learned was an ancient model called a G3. G3 in army medical lingo means unfit for duty, a small piece of irony which was not noticed by many. On the side of the parade ground was a large tent with all the paraphernalia of an Ops room. In the tent were a few fatter, but not much, well dressed (i.e. in uniform) black soldiers. They were listening intently to what two white Executive Outcomes chaps were telling them. Well, I just stared at it all in surprise.
Big Five Wars is my main mission for now and they also get updated regularly.
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The Mexican Chronicles – Sixteen
As one moved away from the river, one encountered the first baobab trees: like huge, ancient beings. They give off a special “vibration”, different to any other trees I have known. Once out of the gully we could see more of what the landscape had to offer. There was a plain leading up to a few small hills 3 km away. The bush was sparse, with very little grass, just dusty sand, interspersed with these stately baobabs. The beginnings of roads could be seen, and signs of human traffic were evident. We passed an old Russian tank, a T58 or something, and a couple of artillery pieces. Some of the tiffie-looking guys stopped here. Tiffie types are unique looking: even in a well-disciplined army they manage to look untidy and a little dirty. Here they stuck out even more because of the lack of rules, and they were the only fat guys in the whole place. The rest of Longa had either fit guys (ours), or half-starved children (FAAs).
Around the next corner was the rough parade ground. Now here was a shock…. It was full of half-dressed little black men! Normally in any army I’m one of the smallest guys; here was an entire Brigade, all smaller and skinnier than me. Not only that, what clothes they had on were rags; if they had any footwear at all, it was decrepit, falling-apart takkies or slops. As we got closer you could see how young they were. The average age must have been about sixteen. Spread amongst this sorry lot were a few better-dressed but no less dirty adults. One or two in each group had AKs and quite a few had a weird-looking rifle, which I learned was an ancient model called a G3. G3 in army medical lingo means unfit for duty, a small piece of irony which was not noticed by many. On the side of the parade ground was a large tent with all the paraphernalia of an Ops room. In the tent were a few fatter, but not much, well dressed (i.e. in uniform) black soldiers. They were listening intently to what two white Executive Outcomes chaps were telling them. Well, I just stared at it all in surprise.
Big Five Wars is my main mission for now and they also get updated regularly.
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The Mexican Chronicles – Sixteen
As one moved away from the river, one encountered the first baobab trees: like huge, ancient beings. They give off a special “vibration”, different to any other trees I have known. Once out of the gully we could see more of what the landscape had to offer. There was a plain leading up to a few small hills 3 km away. The bush was sparse, with very little grass, just dusty sand, interspersed with these stately baobabs. The beginnings of roads could be seen, and signs of human traffic were evident. We passed an old Russian tank, a T58 or something, and a couple of artillery pieces. Some of the tiffie-looking guys stopped here. Tiffie types are unique looking: even in a well-disciplined army they manage to look untidy and a little dirty. Here they stuck out even more because of the lack of rules, and they were the only fat guys in the whole place. The rest of Longa had either fit guys (ours), or half-starved children (FAAs).
Around the next corner was the rough parade ground. Now here was a shock…. It was full of half-dressed little black men! Normally in any army I’m one of the smallest guys; here was an entire Brigade, all smaller and skinnier than me. Not only that, what clothes they had on were rags; if they had any footwear at all, it was decrepit, falling-apart takkies or slops. As we got closer you could see how young they were. The average age must have been about sixteen. Spread amongst this sorry lot were a few better-dressed but no less dirty adults. One or two in each group had AKs and quite a few had a weird-looking rifle, which I learned was an ancient model called a G3. G3 in army medical lingo means unfit for duty, a small piece of irony which was not noticed by many. On the side of the parade ground was a large tent with all the paraphernalia of an Ops room. In the tent were a few fatter, but not much, well dressed (i.e. in uniform) black soldiers. They were listening intently to what two white Executive Outcomes chaps were telling them. Well, I just stared at it all in surprise.
Big Five Wars is my main mission for now and they also get updated regularly.
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