My passing out parade was 1986. 1st semester golf company, platoon 39. I see this video and think of the high level of discipline. Anyone can be proud of this.
Oscar 1987.. Patrolie Nel se stem, Kolenel Fires van Vuuren wat die perade lei.. Een jaar rang gedra in POLKOL1988. Ons het 'n baie spesiale vertoning op Loftus gelewer as deel van die 75 bestaansjaar van die SAPS. Jammer kan nie videos omtret dit vind nie!
Ek was deel van daardie parade. Mike Comp, peleton 77. Beskerm en dien nog steeds met dieselfde toewyding,respek en dissipline wat 27 jaar terug in my ingedril was. Goeie dae!
The "Pride" before the fall. Brought back fond memories of my own passing out parade at the "College" in Pretoria, 14 July 1978. I was 19 yrs old at the time. I was in Platoon 21, Bravo Company.We started out in the old "berede" block as the new accommodation wasn't ready yet.We moved over later. Back in the day we had great pride to be a policeman and serve our communities.We had discipline and respect and the public had respect for us. I was a thinker and it was a rather confusing time for me, as I was tasked to do many things that were contrary to my upbringing.I however carried out the tasks assigned to me. I later wrote my parents and shared my concerns, which later resulted in my resignation from the force in late 1981. It was a sad day for me as I had really enjoyed serving and it felt to me more like a calling. The day I walked out of "John Vorster" in "civvies" I will never forget.The sadness I had then, I still carry with me.I wanted to go far in the police and I suppose that I would have, as I had a good academic mind and study came easy.I wanted to make a difference, to find a better meaning in life, to serve all the people....to actually make a difference in peoples lives...but unfortunately it wasn't going to happen.I still have that sadness tucked away in my heart and sometimes it does come out....like now.... My most memorable moment in my brief career as a policeman: I walked into the charge office on the afternoon shift.This was late 1978 and I was a constable at Brixton.I had acquired a " 10 speed" bicycle and cycled my beat on it....Remember I was only 19yrs old and still a kid at heart. There was a very distraught lady reporting a motor vehicle collision. Then a blood chilling wail was made by her as she notice her diamond had come out of its setting in her ring.I almost had heart failure I got such a fright.The station commander came running out of his office into the charge office and demanded to know what was going on. To tell the truth, I had a very sheltered childhood by the sea, the beach been our backyard.The school I attended was even by the sea, I would sit for hours looking out across the sea and daydreaming while I should have been attending to lessons, but that was the easy part as I had a good mind and found the study and exams easy and because of that spent little time on it.Spent most of my time at and on the sea, fishing and diving and just lazing on the beach.So saying this I wasn't really exposed to the harsh realities of life, and it was for me the first time in a big city like "Joburg" I was still trying to adapt and now this....I was tasked to go find that diamond at the accident scene and to bring it back to the charge office. My cap had come off, as the station commander had called me, "Kom hier blougat" and in my haste to get behind the counter and stand to attention in front of the "Majoor" my damn cap fell off...lol ( I was also only a few weeks out of college) He told me in no uncertain terms to get the diamond back.... Suddenly the earth opened and a mountain rose infront of me, the peak not yet visible. I grabbed my cap and jumped on my cycle and got down to the accident scene in Mayfair. Millions of glass chips around....what an impossible task ! I then had a brainwave and decided to look in the lady's car....and there it was. what a luck, laying in amongst the glass chips on the floor.I wrapped the diamond in my handkerchief and left to cycle back to the station. It was with great pride and accomplishment I presented the diamond to the station commander and he to the lady. All I got was a wink from the station commander, the lady never thanked me.But I thought she was very stressed at the time.At least I had made a difference in somebodies life. I should actually write a book about my three and a half years, just love writing. I was raised in a naval family with strict discipline.... dont question authority but carry out your orders....and strict christian values. I'm sure many of us were. I joined the South African Navy in early 1983 and went to sea.I later applied and went to tech to complete my apprenticeship and qualified as an artisan in mid 1987 as a diesel/electrical /hydraulic fitter. I am very proud to have been part of The Navy's "finest hour", The Strike Craft era. I served there for 15 yrs and many exploits and adventures... I still had my patriotic pride to serve my country and did so, many times putting our lives on the line, protecting the peoples of South Africa while they slept soundly in their beds at night, patrolling the coast line.A thankless job at best.Sometimes in horrific sea conditions. I applied and was accepted into the Australian Navy and everything was set up to move....this was early 1990.By this time I was married, after meeting the love of my life, Dec '89. My family didn't want me leaving and I turned it down at the last minute. I dont have any regrets about it. I resigned from the Navy in Nov.'96, as the writing on the wall had by this time become a reality. Having spent over 18 yrs of my adult life in the service of the country and its peoples, I decide to spend the next part on working for my family and myself.I would just like to add at this stage, that late '94 I was introduced to a new unseen enemy....Cancer ! I had my first op in '94 and the second in 2013. I was unable to have kids, but my wife came into the marriage with an 8 yr old girl child which grew up in my house.She was a pride and joy to have and we never had a moments problem with her as she grew up. She grew up catching kreef, snoek and yellowtail and could do this from an early age of 12yrs. Very much a different sort of upbringing, but I never had sons.She learnt to repair outboard motors and cars.She excelled at school and obtained her National Diploma from the local tech after she matriculated.Today she is a proud Mom of a beautiful 5yr old girl. For me, well I'm still working at sea.I operate a fishing charter in Cape Town and I couldn't be happier.I am in my 31st yr of my marriage and all is well. I am truly saddened the way things have gone in our beautiful country, that educated adults can act in this way.Destroying the country over the last twenty odd years. I was never a political person and never will be. There is a place in the sun for everyone, my motto been: Live and let live.Hopefully it improves, but not so sure about that....maybe when there is nothing left then everyone will be happy ! It is very sad for me to see how the once respected and trusted Police Force has gone down, majority of people have no respect for them or even trust in them any more.The government prospers from crime today, so they not going to stop it.It brings in revenue which they cannot do without.Its only the morals of a few people still keeping this country together.All GOE'S have long since died and are been propped up by government. IF....the Police Had stayed strong....this would never have happened. They are the front line in the protection of this country and they have failed in their task. There are still a" few good men" out there....I know a few....but I can't speak for the rest. Now you know my story, a fisherman who became a policeman, and ended up a sailor and now a fisherman again. Some may ridicule me...thats fine, you entitled to your own opinion. Just remember, Life is not a destination but a journey. Its what you make of it thats going to determine your ultimate happiness. May the "Force" be with you always and God Bless our Policemen. My journey continues...
They were all so lean and looked fit. Wow! The majority of the cops nowadays, in many countries, are like HUGE!!!! Jeez! Even soldiers nowadays, skinny or HUGE!!!!
you carried your weapons in the left hand at the "shoulder" , that's strange to see considering when arms drill changed from the "slope" on the left shoulder to the "shoulder arms" the weapon was carried in the right arm . that's the way we did it , just looks odd ,anyway it is what it is
Do you see any over weight person? Anybody out of order? Do you see anything wrong with this whole picture? No you don't. They even play Boney M music.
I will never understand why white people in south africa voted all this away .I know all well about sanctions and internal riots,but still i think it was huge mistake,i read declassified CIA material from 80's where they think white rule will last for decades to come even with more harsh sanctions,and i think it could,for example China certainly don't cares with whom it trades,and regimes in Russia,Poland,Hungary are now conservative and i think would support that kind of south africa . My heart is broken when i see white people butchered on farm attacks,or white people living in camps.
You can find some on their own website,others you can find on other places on internet .Just search for something like " CIA south africa pdf " and you will find a lot of material .
Drop dead, nothing stays the same. Life is about change and you can't stop it. You people work too much against nature and ultimately against the universe.
Dus pragtig om te sien hoe respekteer hul die uniforms..en ek moet se baie dankie vir jul werk wat julle daai tyd gedoen het..mens kon bel en jul was dadelik beskikbaar..jul is Heroes in my oe..baie dankie
If that is not a sign of a high culture and civilization which could take it up with huge western countries, then I don't know what a high culture is. You know, G, what I cannot understand, is did you people in the police not by this time already recognise that FW was busy selling us all out? Sort of: keep the army and police happy by giving them wargames, while I give the country away. One can read the pattern between the lines in Anthea Jeffery's Peoples War book. I did my last army camp 1992 (the 1994 call-up papers disappeared down file 13), where we were taught heavy riot control and township duty action, all the bells and whistles with live ammo, felt like we were being prepared for a little Stalingrad, in order to back you people from the SAP up. At the end of the camp we confronted our commanding officer (a colonel) and told him why the heck are we being trained in this manner while our very state president is busy giving it all away (he replied, he sees it our way, but as an officer has to follow orders). I thought, crap with orders, the highest order is following your conscience and defend your own people's survival, and that in the first instance was the white minority, for if they fall, all the rest will fall too. Some generals in the police and army put their pensions first, not that of the Volk, says I, and that is shocking, for did they not learn anything at all after nearly 30 years of conflict against the red hammer and sickle? Or was it battle fatigue?
I, and probably thousands of others, have asked have asked similar questions. After school I did my National Service in infantry and did 'township duties' during that time, after national service I joined the SAP. I believe the senior officers in the SAP and SADF must have seen what the government was planning, but to us on the ground (especially the townships) it was a war zone - often it was just getting through the day, often shifts became 16 hours plus. I believe many of the officers were preparing for war, the units were well armed and train for urban combat. What might not be a known fact outside of police circles is that many policeman also tried to avoid township duties, many did their best to get posted anywhere but the units. The NP government just left us all in the dark politically speaking, to most of us it was just about survival. The units followed orders and fought our war in the townships, the government and the rest of the SAP were only too happy to let us do the tasks no one else wanted (a reoccurring theme in SA). The white public had no idea what a powder keg SA was, that is why so few understand why SA doesn't function well anymore. We followed orders and we got tired "battle fatigue", SA was more divided than we all thought in the end so there were no real leaders. Same problem in the western world today, the general public have no real experience of how 'other cultures' think or operate this is why people buy into multiculturalism - white people generally live in a very sheltered world.
You speak the truth. I suppose this is the cross with which our generation will carry into the sunset of our old age. But the cross of our children might perhaps be heavier, for they will have to carry the burden of those bad decisions made by some members of our generation in positions of responsibility. The South Africa of our generation played for high stakes on the global stage, and did not quite make it. Whether the rest of the West will make it - so far it does not look promising. archive.org/details/KlausDVaqueThePlotAgainstSouthAfrica Infantry - you must have been close to us, 1 SSB if you were 1 SAI. Difficult to let go the memories of those times, perhaps because today it is a last glimpse of our youth and the optimism that went along with it. And we are getting fewer, and along with it fewer people remain who will understand us.
Yes, I was in Bloemfontein 1SAI, one of my class mates was at ISSB saw him a few times at the Tempe sports days. Thanks for that link. I run this Facebook on Saturdays we have some interesting posts concerning controversial politics of that time period, but mainly to save some history. facebook.com/internal.stability.division.abs
Ons lek ons wonde. Maar ek probeer bewus myself hierso oorsee aan te pas, want die lewe is te kort om jou lewe afhanklik te maak van die verlede. Mens maak jouself net permanent ongelukkig daaroor. Ons het ons bes probeer, meer kon mens nie maak nie. Gaan jou goed, G, alles van die beste vir jou toekoms, ek lui nou af.
@@bing2691 So tell me…what kind of policeman do you prefer ? Big fat one’s eating KFC and sleeping on the job the whole day ? O yes…we already have them.
If u want sa great again, have your black president, no problem with that, have ur African intelligent ministers, but the rest let the country run who did run it before. You will have best service delivery, best systems run all around... There will be no looting and no load shedding.... And stop hating each other, live like decent human being in a society and respect each other. Stop killings, looting, robbing... For God sake.
@John Muhleisen can agree on that. Wanted to write a case that happened. They refused to let me do one myself because my mom signed one herself. Something about "One person one case". I was 19 and fully able to do my own. But the next day I came back because I was gonna file it. Waited an hour for one of them to help me. Funny thing was they saw me but since they saw I wasn't leaving they finally gave in. But holy crap that annoyed me so much
Where ever we met them in those days MK away running away. The one terrorist MK told me how the MK males raped their women comrades in Quattro camp in Angola… and he was not the only one… maybe you should not believe all the fairy tales your father tells you…. Not everybody are fooled by ANC propaganda
My passing out parade was 1986. 1st semester golf company, platoon 39. I see this video and think of the high level of discipline. Anyone can be proud of this.
Trots
That level of discipline and competence will never be seen again
When corruption and gluttony weren't part of the job requirements.
lovely drillwork surprised how lean and fit they were than what i see today
If you couldn't run 2.4km in under 15min you couldn't pass... Fitness was as important as academic achievement.
Now they don't fit in their squad cars... Goes both for black and white... Huge beer bellies
You admire them ?
Eerste of tweede semester?
@@souleymanendoye997 as a former drum major myself i appreciate and love good drill work.
Was part of that passing out parade...Served for 26 years there after. Building 8 South, Pappa company, Platoon 98.
Oscar 1987.. Patrolie Nel se stem, Kolenel Fires van Vuuren wat die perade lei.. Een jaar rang gedra in POLKOL1988. Ons het 'n baie spesiale vertoning op Loftus gelewer as deel van die 75 bestaansjaar van die SAPS. Jammer kan nie videos omtret dit vind nie!
I was platoon 93
Very nice.. sad to see how its has changed.
Ja, it's a crying shame.
Nothing changed same drill,uniform,band music
Much has changed, too much fatasses in the police today.
@@dumisanimbense7099 alot have changed its too obvious, the ANC ruined South Africa
Ek was deel van daardie parade. Mike Comp, peleton 77. Beskerm en dien nog steeds met dieselfde toewyding,respek en dissipline wat 27 jaar terug in my ingedril was. Goeie dae!
Ek was November Komp, peleton 86 (of 83?). Cheers
So dink jy houtkop kan so wees soos jul manne daardie tyd
Trots
Proud to be one of them. Member of Platoon 98
Brendon how you doing mate? Peleton 97 Sgt Nel's platoon.
Are you still living in South Africa or not ???
@@veronicalake4140 yup still here not going anywhere else
@@MegaJimbob73 well thanks all good, hope all is good with you
@@brendonrensburg942 I'm living in usa
The good old days when the police still meant something .
The good old days for who? For the slegs blankes
No. For all who lived within the law. But if you were a 26, 28, a Mongrel or a Rooi Nongaloza Convertable , then your destiny was prison. @@FerderSBV
Lol most of these officers either left the country or went into private security.
Literally my dad
It would be an insult for them to serve in todays SAPS
@@danoxider9426 Where are you living now ?
Including the black ones?
Do you blame them ...
By the rivers of Babylon ... and how we wept when we remembered Zion...
Wat op aarde het ons besiel om ons in die "Nuwe Suid-Afrika" te begewe??
The "Pride" before the fall.
Brought back fond memories of my own passing out parade at the "College" in Pretoria,
14 July 1978.
I was 19 yrs old at the time.
I was in Platoon 21, Bravo Company.We started out in the old "berede" block as the new accommodation wasn't ready yet.We moved over later.
Back in the day we had great pride to be a policeman and serve our communities.We had discipline and respect and the public had respect for us.
I was a thinker and it was a rather confusing time for me, as I was tasked to do many things that were contrary to my upbringing.I however carried out the tasks assigned to me.
I later wrote my parents and shared my concerns, which later resulted in my resignation from the force in late 1981.
It was a sad day for me as I had really enjoyed serving and it felt to me more like a calling.
The day I walked out of "John Vorster" in "civvies" I will never forget.The sadness I had then, I still carry with me.I wanted to go far in the police and I suppose that I would have, as I had a good academic mind and study came easy.I wanted to make a difference, to find a better meaning in life, to serve all the people....to actually make a difference in peoples lives...but unfortunately it wasn't going to happen.I still have that sadness tucked away in my heart and sometimes it does come out....like now....
My most memorable moment in my brief career as a policeman:
I walked into the charge office on the afternoon shift.This was late 1978 and I was a constable at Brixton.I had acquired a " 10 speed" bicycle and cycled my beat on it....Remember I was only 19yrs old and still a kid at heart.
There was a very distraught lady reporting a motor vehicle collision.
Then a blood chilling wail was made by her as she notice her diamond had come out of its setting in her ring.I almost had heart failure I got such a fright.The station commander came running out of his office into the charge office and demanded to know what was going on. To tell the truth, I had a very sheltered childhood by the sea, the beach been our backyard.The school I attended was even by the sea, I would sit for hours looking out across the sea and daydreaming while I should have been attending to lessons, but that was the easy part as I had a good mind and found the study and exams easy and because of that spent little time on it.Spent most of my time at and on the sea, fishing and diving and just lazing on the beach.So saying this I wasn't really exposed to the harsh realities of life, and it was for me the first time in a big city like "Joburg"
I was still trying to adapt and now this....I was tasked to go find that diamond at the accident scene and to bring it back to the charge office.
My cap had come off, as the station commander had called me, "Kom hier blougat" and in my haste to get behind the counter and stand to attention in front of the "Majoor" my damn cap fell off...lol ( I was also only a few weeks out of college)
He told me in no uncertain terms to get the diamond back.... Suddenly the earth opened and a mountain rose infront of me, the peak not yet visible. I grabbed my cap and jumped on my cycle and got down to the accident scene in Mayfair.
Millions of glass chips around....what an impossible task !
I then had a brainwave and decided to look in the lady's car....and there it was. what a luck, laying in amongst the glass chips on the floor.I wrapped the diamond in my handkerchief and left to cycle back to the station.
It was with great pride and accomplishment I presented the diamond to the station commander and he to the lady.
All I got was a wink from the station commander, the lady never thanked me.But I thought she was very stressed at the time.At least I had made a difference in somebodies life.
I should actually write a book about my three and a half years, just love writing.
I was raised in a naval family with strict discipline.... dont question authority but carry out your orders....and strict christian values.
I'm sure many of us were.
I joined the South African Navy in early 1983 and went to sea.I later applied and went to tech to complete my apprenticeship and qualified as an artisan in mid 1987 as a diesel/electrical /hydraulic fitter.
I am very proud to have been part of The Navy's "finest hour", The Strike Craft era.
I served there for 15 yrs and many exploits and adventures...
I still had my patriotic pride to serve my country and did so, many times putting our lives on the line, protecting the peoples of South Africa while they slept soundly in their beds at night, patrolling the coast line.A thankless job at best.Sometimes in horrific sea conditions.
I applied and was accepted into the Australian Navy and everything was set up to move....this was early 1990.By this time I was married, after meeting the love of my life, Dec '89.
My family didn't want me leaving and I turned it down at the last minute.
I dont have any regrets about it.
I resigned from the Navy in Nov.'96, as the writing on the wall had by this time become a reality.
Having spent over 18 yrs of my adult life in the service of the country and its peoples, I decide to spend the next part on working for my family and myself.I would just like to add at this stage, that late '94 I was introduced to a new unseen enemy....Cancer !
I had my first op in '94 and the second in 2013.
I was unable to have kids, but my wife came into the marriage with an 8 yr old girl child which grew up in my house.She was a pride and joy to have and we never had a moments problem with her as she grew up.
She grew up catching kreef, snoek and yellowtail and could do this from an early age of 12yrs.
Very much a different sort of upbringing, but I never had sons.She learnt to repair outboard motors and cars.She excelled at school and obtained her National Diploma from the local tech after she matriculated.Today she is a proud Mom of a beautiful 5yr old girl.
For me, well I'm still working at sea.I operate a fishing charter in Cape Town and I couldn't be happier.I am in my 31st yr of my marriage and all is well.
I am truly saddened the way things have gone in our beautiful country, that educated adults can act in this way.Destroying the country over the last twenty odd years.
I was never a political person and never will be.
There is a place in the sun for everyone, my motto been: Live and let live.Hopefully it improves, but not so sure about that....maybe when there is nothing left then everyone will be happy !
It is very sad for me to see how the once respected and trusted Police Force has gone down, majority of people have no respect for them or even trust in them any more.The government prospers from crime today, so they not going to stop it.It brings in revenue which they cannot do without.Its only the morals of a few people still keeping this country together.All GOE'S
have long since died and are been propped up by government.
IF....the Police Had stayed strong....this would never have happened.
They are the front line in the protection of this country and they have failed in their task.
There are still a" few good men" out there....I know a few....but I can't speak for the rest.
Now you know my story, a fisherman who became a policeman, and ended up a sailor and now a fisherman again.
Some may ridicule me...thats fine, you entitled to your own opinion.
Just remember, Life is not a destination but a journey.
Its what you make of it thats going to determine your ultimate happiness.
May the "Force" be with you always and God Bless our Policemen.
My journey continues...
Dude! Take a chill pill
And vote ANC!
I was at a military parade yesterday.......o the disgrace!!!! I nearly wept with shame!!!
They were all so lean and looked fit. Wow! The majority of the cops nowadays, in many countries, are like HUGE!!!! Jeez! Even soldiers nowadays, skinny or HUGE!!!!
Nice to see this for the first time after 26 years - Maleoskop Hotel Camp - Special Times Indeed!
Proud Days of South Africa , my father was in Platoon 39 - 1991
Oh my word!!!! I just saw myself!!!
Hi is dit die 1ste semester 1991 uittree parade
been part of that, what an awesome experience. Remember the hours & hours of practice .... Happy Days Q 104
That was what you call a police force
I was also part of that parade, Maleoskop Golf Camp. It's a pity it's not the full video
you carried your weapons in the left hand at the "shoulder" , that's strange to see considering when arms drill changed from the "slope" on the left shoulder to the "shoulder arms" the weapon was carried in the right arm . that's the way we did it , just looks odd ,anyway it is what it is
th-cam.com/video/hgl7rbvC_HM/w-d-xo.html
Kobie...we were in the same camp
That was great. Commitment and discipline. NOT THIS DAYS
Do you see any over weight person? Anybody out of order? Do you see anything wrong with this whole picture? No you don't. They even play Boney M music.
There were different criteria when we joined that time. No overweight certain height. Fitness an IQ. No tatoos. And no criminal record
I will never understand why white people in south africa voted all this away .I know all well about sanctions and internal riots,but still i think it was huge mistake,i read declassified CIA material from 80's where they think white rule will last for decades to come even with more harsh sanctions,and i think it could,for example China certainly don't cares with whom it trades,and regimes in Russia,Poland,Hungary are now conservative and i think would support that kind of south africa .
My heart is broken when i see white people butchered on farm attacks,or white people living in camps.
You can find some on their own website,others you can find on other places on internet .Just search for something like " CIA south africa pdf " and you will find a lot of material .
Drop dead, nothing stays the same. Life is about change and you can't stop it. You people work too much against nature and ultimately against the universe.
Magnificent!
What's done is done,
What's won is won,
What's lost is lost
And gone for ever...
W222108T
When SA was strong...
Trots om te sê ek is deel van hulle. Bravo kamp, peleton 110.
No fat police
the most militarized police force in the world at the time (non-communist countries)
They had to be, they were actively fighting communists.
Second only to the Royal Ulster Constabulary.
@@Saach probably, yes
Dus pragtig om te sien hoe respekteer hul die uniforms..en ek moet se baie dankie vir jul werk wat julle daai tyd gedoen het..mens kon bel en jul was dadelik beskikbaar..jul is Heroes in my oe..baie dankie
The police of today,and for that matter..the south african government does not know left from right!!!it is so sad!?😢
Little did we know what lay ahead.....totsiens SA
So I guess this was during apartheid ?
If that is not a sign of a high culture and civilization which could take it up with huge western countries, then I don't know what a high culture is.
You know, G, what I cannot understand, is did you people in the police not by this time already recognise that FW was busy selling us all out? Sort of: keep the army and police happy by giving them wargames, while I give the country away. One can read the pattern between the lines in Anthea Jeffery's Peoples War book. I did my last army camp 1992 (the 1994 call-up papers disappeared down file 13), where we were taught heavy riot control and township duty action, all the bells and whistles with live ammo, felt like we were being prepared for a little Stalingrad, in order to back you people from the SAP up. At the end of the camp we confronted our commanding officer (a colonel) and told him why the heck are we being trained in this manner while our very state president is busy giving it all away (he replied, he sees it our way, but as an officer has to follow orders). I thought, crap with orders, the highest order is following your conscience and defend your own people's survival, and that in the first instance was the white minority, for if they fall, all the rest will fall too. Some generals in the police and army put their pensions first, not that of the Volk, says I, and that is shocking, for did they not learn anything at all after nearly 30 years of conflict against the red hammer and sickle? Or was it battle fatigue?
I, and probably thousands of others, have asked have asked similar questions. After school I did my National Service in infantry and did 'township duties' during that time, after national service I joined the SAP. I believe the senior officers in the SAP and SADF must have seen what the government was planning, but to us on the ground (especially the townships) it was a war zone - often it was just getting through the day, often shifts became 16 hours plus. I believe many of the officers were preparing for war, the units were well armed and train for urban combat. What might not be a known fact outside of police circles is that many policeman also tried to avoid township duties, many did their best to get posted anywhere but the units. The NP government just left us all in the dark politically speaking, to most of us it was just about survival. The units followed orders and fought our war in the townships, the government and the rest of the SAP were only too happy to let us do the tasks no one else wanted (a reoccurring theme in SA). The white public had no idea what a powder keg SA was, that is why so few understand why SA doesn't function well anymore. We followed orders and we got tired "battle fatigue", SA was more divided than we all thought in the end so there were no real leaders.
Same problem in the western world today, the general public have no real experience of how 'other cultures' think or operate this is why people buy into multiculturalism - white people generally live in a very sheltered world.
You speak the truth. I suppose this is the cross with which our generation will carry into the sunset of our old age. But the cross of our children might perhaps be heavier, for they will have to carry the burden of those bad decisions made by some members of our generation in positions of responsibility. The South Africa of our generation played for high stakes on the global stage, and did not quite make it. Whether the rest of the West will make it - so far it does not look promising.
archive.org/details/KlausDVaqueThePlotAgainstSouthAfrica
Infantry - you must have been close to us, 1 SSB if you were 1 SAI. Difficult to let go the memories of those times, perhaps because today it is a last glimpse of our youth and the optimism that went along with it. And we are getting fewer, and along with it fewer people remain who will understand us.
Yes, I was in Bloemfontein 1SAI, one of my class mates was at ISSB saw him a few times at the Tempe sports days. Thanks for that link. I run this Facebook on Saturdays we have some interesting posts concerning controversial politics of that time period, but mainly to save some history. facebook.com/internal.stability.division.abs
Ek bly self oorsee, min mense weet of verstaan wat in RSA aangaan.
Ons lek ons wonde. Maar ek probeer bewus myself hierso oorsee aan te pas, want die lewe is te kort om jou lewe afhanklik te maak van die verlede. Mens maak jouself net permanent ongelukkig daaroor. Ons het ons bes probeer, meer kon mens nie maak nie. Gaan jou goed, G, alles van die beste vir jou toekoms, ek lui nou af.
Huge difference then and now
please take note this is south africa police proud look at them looked at them
The good old days of a Stable, Secure and Westernised South Africa...
That's the thing this is South Africa. Not western south africa you TOT.
@@bing2691 So tell me…what kind of policeman do you prefer ? Big fat one’s eating KFC and sleeping on the job the whole day ? O yes…we already have them.
I remember that day. Were in Hotel Camp Maleoskop,, 1991 second term
How could they votze "Xes" in the 1992 Referendum... They have could have had this particular System til this Day. Wonderful Parade!
So so proud🎉!!!!!!
Not what we see today
Ek was daar en ek is nou nog n Sargent Dankie Saps ...
Can the post 1994 police do this? Good question.
No, they can only sway their fat asses and sing Jerusalema!!
I'm not ashamed to admit it, watching this brought tears to my eyes. Now I know the true meaning of 'Cry....my beloved country'.
Was daar tweede inname 1991. Sers Botha was ons Peleton Sersant.😊
Veeeeeery different to the way things are now...
Discipline
When police was still police ... 😭😭😭
Vandag is hulle oorgewig en beteken net mooi niks.
I don't see any obese people 🤔
If u want sa great again, have your black president, no problem with that, have ur African intelligent ministers, but the rest let the country run who did run it before. You will have best service delivery, best systems run all around... There will be no looting and no load shedding.... And stop hating each other, live like decent human being in a society and respect each other. Stop killings, looting, robbing... For God sake.
Is that Eugene De Kock in the background?
Waar is al dai witmense heen uitgewerk deur kaffer wat wet en orde opgedonner het
Was there done it july 1966 and for 42 years on
Can you please show a disclaimer that this was shown pre 1994?
Toe was daar nog dissipline en trots in die Polisie gewees.
Why only all Africans platoon ?Ag ! sies ! Not impresive
You now have a useless one....hahahaha
When South Africa was still a good country
It seems African cops had their platoon
Howm many are still in the police? We can sing, Where have all the policemen gone.
Still here, doing what must be done to protect and serve
Looks like one of the ladies has lost a shoe.
Rarely see white police today....what a come down...deklerk and his owners....your day will come
th-cam.com/video/TcNtdHOPfMM/w-d-xo.html
I disagree, you see white officers everywhere, however it largely depends on the areas.
@John Muhleisen can agree on that. Wanted to write a case that happened. They refused to let me do one myself because my mom signed one herself. Something about "One person one case". I was 19 and fully able to do my own. But the next day I came back because I was gonna file it. Waited an hour for one of them to help me. Funny thing was they saw me but since they saw I wasn't leaving they finally gave in. But holy crap that annoyed me so much
@John Muhleisen talking rubbish you bloody racist
Discipline.
Does anyone know the names of the marches?
maak mens hartseer om hierna te kyk....
Waar is die beeld?
Today they policing our mountains ....all our drones is safe....😁
Man a lot of these guys got wasted in the township's
When the Angola war ended and the terrorists moved into the locations.
Just a police of repression. Remember ju June 1976 in Soweto.
Sour grapes?
Die dae toe LION LAGER nog LION LAGER was.
Oh look, they all doing the same thing... all the time...
2023 and now there’s no white faces.
Whites only👀
What name is sipho
Some black too
You just an idiot of note.
Neil de Beer 2024👶🏼👧🏼🧔🏼👱🏻♂️👩🏼🦱👱🏻🧑🏼👩🏻🦲👩🏼👧🏼👩🏼🦱👱🏻♂️🧔🏼👶🏼🐵👶🏼🧑🏼👧🏼👩🏼🦱👱🏻♂️🧔🏼👱🏻🧑🏼👩🏻🦲👱🏻♂️👩🏼🦱👧🏼🧔🏼👶🏼👩🏻🦲🧑🏼👱🏻👩🏼👨🏿🦳👨🏿🧑🏿🦲🐵🇳🇱🌷
De beer was n a n c spioen en sal altyd bly ,defenatief nie my leier nie ,maak oop jou oee
Rubbish inequality
Bogom
You spelled "efficiency" wrong.
Umkhonto isiswe was better trained
Where ever we met them in those days MK away running away. The one terrorist MK told me how the MK males raped their women comrades in Quattro camp in Angola… and he was not the only one… maybe you should not believe all the fairy tales your father tells you…. Not everybody are fooled by ANC propaganda
VIVA APARTEID
Drill at the best for the best by the best ,Pretoria West.
Bunch of cowards.
Bogom
Cowards? No, not at all
Shit !!
Bogom
apartheid. police