Scout Regiment Quotes

Crossing the slide they entered the deep woods once more, the sun winnowed in tall fans among the spiring trunks, greengold and black verrniculated on the forest floor. With his cane the old man felled regiments of Indian Pipe, poked the green puffballs to see the smoke erupt in a poisonous verdant cloud. The woods were damp with the early morning and now and again he could hear the swish of a limb where a squirrel jumped and the beaded patter of waterdrops in the leaves. Twice they flushed mountain pheasants, Scout sidestepping nervously as they roared up out of the laurel.

Weale was in command of a detachment of forty-eight Selous Scouts, the most secretive and deadly of the Rhodesian special forces groups. The regiment was named after the British game-hunter Frederick Selous, a fact of which Weale approved: his grandfather had fought alongside Selous in the Second Matabele War. Weale’s great-grandparents had settled in Britain, but he’d lived all his life in Africa

Weale had joined the Scouts from the regular army within a few weeks of it being formed. The regiment’s ethos was inspired by the British SAS, with whom several of its senior officers had served, either during the Second World War or in the Malayan emergency or both, but the selection process was even more gruelling: it took seventeen days, the first five of which required living entirely off the land at a training camp on the shores of Lake Kariba. On the fifth day, candidates were given the rotten carcass of a baboon as a reward for making it that far. The few who remained after that – usually around 10 per cent – were given the most meagre of rations to survive the rest of the course to supplement their diet of living off the land. A further four weeks’ training followed, during which they were still monitored for suitability. Successful recruits therefore started out with a strong sense of camaraderie and great pride, as each man knew that the others had also gone well beyond the norms of human endurance and behaviour to become a Selous Scout.

In truth, his motivation could be compared to the old British military call for loyalty. Not King, not Country, this man, nor that man, but for something irresistible; for a band of brothers and comrades known as a regiment. In our case it was the Selous Scouts.

The next day, when preparations were in full swing for the crossing of the Dniester river, the scouts of the 91st Infantry Regiment passed by a cross on the roadside on which someone had written Unknown Soldier. While some were making the cross sign over their chests, others were saying a God forgive him! or God rest his soul! But for most of them the old priest's words came back to them: These are our holy crosses, which spring from the bodies of our heroes and are watered with their blood and the tears of those who knew and loved them.

G. Shelley got wind of the encounter in the saloon. Nathan G. Shelley was the Attorney General of Texas. When Mr. Shelley had his staff do some research, he discovered the young man knew Indians. He decided that this young man might be capable of scouting for the newly formed Frontier Regiment. The Frontier Regiment was made up of nine companies of volunteers and replaced the recently disbanded First Regiment, Texas Mounted Riflemen. The new regiment established patrols