Loopspruit

So there we were ensconced on a farm outside Potch among rockspider 17yr olds from all over SA. We heard it had been a reform school. “Loopspruit” or “Klipdrif” they called it. Presumably another nearby stream was called Staanspruit? We’d been sent there for “army basics”.

One young dutchman was big as an ox, quiet as a mouse.
He sat listening to us oumanne 22yr-olds praating Engels in fascination.
Suddenly one day he became famous! He burst into song, singing three lines:
“Are you lonesome tonight? Are your brastrap too tight? That’s why you’re lonesome tonight!

We hosed ourselves and gave him a new name: Jelly Tots. He didn’t really like it, but his name was Lotzoff, and we would see him and say – “Lots and Lotzoff – JELLY TOTS!” He taught us a new phrase too – When frustrated he didn’t say “fuck’s sake”, he said “fuck’s fakes” so that became our phrase too.

Another was as small as Lotzoff was big. He looked 12yrs old and was a compact, muscular, good looking, perky, cute lil bugger. He had a smattering of  English and preferred to  use it (some of the others refused to even try!).
His name? GT Jones! Pointless giving someone with so apt and memorable a name a nickname. We were in the medics and we had to know all about ambulances, which he called “ambuminces”.

So was born a new name for one of the meals in the mess. On ground beef days we would refer to the stuff plopped onto our plates by the bored chefs as ambumince (which led in turn, naturally, to gruesome speculation on its origin!).

Among the older, optometrist inmates:
Graham Lewis – A companion worth his weight in gold. Never phased, always cheerful. Keenly aware of the hilarity of this fake existence we were leading. He’d been assigned to D Company. We were in A and we were chuffed when he got transferred to our (better) company. We were good company!

Dave Cooper was another worth his weight in gold. Always smiling, always upbeat. Later on our officers’ course he would discuss the weirdness of developing sexual thoughts and desire for daardie luitenant in her tight browns. He was articulating what we all were thinking. Wouldn’t give her a second thought outside this place, he’d say, but sure would give her a second go right now! And a third. (Afterwards he went to Texas and became Dhavid Cooper). He played the guitar and sang beautifully. His unquenchable optimism led him to get us to join him in song, eventually leading to a KO Konsert where we sang to the appreciative masses in uniform! Songs we sang:  ” ??? (someone will remember – we were good!)

Les Davies played the piano, did he? Wide smile!

Les Chrich. Shyer smile. Interested and interesting. Always had a serious girlfriend and was pretty much focussed on her. Married her after the ‘war ended’ I think. Not for long, though. Joined me in Durban after basics and officers’ course (all the Durban guys, who had pleaded to the point of irritation to be sent to Durban for a host of desperately ‘good reasons’ had been sent to ‘the border’ – the Namibian border, where I had applied to go!).

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