I grew up in an era where South Africa still fought an unpopular war in Namibia. Since I was very small we heard the names of Army bases in old South West Africa, where “our boys” were fighting the “communists”. I am not going to be drawn into the politics of that time or war. My only point is: I have heard of these places since very small, places where some of my age men have fought and died.
On this day one of our first stops was in Grootfontein. That is the sight where one of the main Airforce Bases were, where the troups who flew up to the war zone arrived. The place holds a lot of memories for my age and older South African men, of arriving, or of seeing friends leave in body bags.
South Africa left here in 1989, and we were still not welcome…
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