by Alf Hutchison So many people are displaced in our world today. Reasons vary, but the resulting hurt is universal. My Doctor he once told me, “Alf you have rare blood;”Traces of Kariba blue, and a touch of Gokwe mud.There are traces of the Valley and it’s Tsetse Fly,Malaria bugs swim freely , I cannot
They were only boys…but their stoic heroism survives.
They are etched forever in our hearts, minds and souls,
Their names forever engraved on our Rhodesian scrolls,
“Hamba kahle”, brave soldiers prematurely gone to rest,
“Sala kahle”, by your legacies Rhodesians are truly blessed. – by Alf Hutchison