(after Bernard Odendaal) <br /> <br />The bush is silent <br />fear flies up with a black coot, <br />each weapon does train. <br /> <br /> * <br /> <br />The radio screech <br />with its aerial tree high; <br />a meaningless halt. <br /> <br /> * <br />Equipped with just <br />light skeleton type webbing; <br />the spoor becomes faint. <br /> <br /> * <br />The sun burns hell hot, <br />the rifle, bullets are heavy; <br />we use the compass. <br /> <br /> * <br /> <br />Boondock night is filled <br />with reconnoitre of the heart; <br />half ration tastes bad. <br /> <br /> * <br /> <br />Without some water <br />in the scorching heat and wind, <br />the track disappears. <br /> <br /> * <br /> <br />Like a dragonfly <br />a helicopter swoops down <br />and we leave the bush. <br /> <br /> * <br />Cannot find hostiles! <br />In situation report: <br />still searching the heart. <br /> <br /> <br />[Reference:
