Following is some correspondence received from Roy in reference to this thread. I’m posting it at his request.
In posting it, I note the spirit in which Roy submits the correspondence. This correspondence comes form the daughter of a veteran of this unit, and he felt the story related in it, that of an enlisted man of the unit, and horses of that unit, were a valuable addition here. I not only fully agree, but feel that his desire to post it speaks loudly in favor of him, as well as the correspondence.
Indeed this is a valuable addition to this story. In history, we are all to use to the story of the leaders. The officers, the politicians, the famous generals. But, in reality, wars are fought by the common man. And their story is as important, indeed more important, than that of the men who obtain fame through their leadership. After all, it is the service of the average man that really counts in the story of a nation. Those at the top have more than their nation’s survival at stake. They have their personal fame and glory. But the common soldier, the private, the sergeant, and the junior officer, is not concerned with that. Rather, that man has given up his private life, the quiet pleasures of his home, his vocation, and his family, for a military life he hadn’t planned on. In that, his role is more important than that of the Wellington, the Patton, the Mountbattan, the MacArthur, or the De Gaulle. His service is nothing but service, granting him nothing but the honors of his country, and the awards for his service that are all too often forgotten after his service has expired. But it is that service that really matter.
I have been reading your very interesting posts regarding Grey's Scouts. My dad was in Grey's Scouts for a number of years - he had two different uniforms so I assume he was in from quite early on. However, I just wanted to ask you - what happened to the horses used in Grey's? Were they retired after a certain length of service etc? and what happened to the rejects? I only ask this because we ended up with 5 mares from Grey's Scouts in 1977 (we lived in Norton so not too far away) - three of which were obviously not up to scratch for your purposes - two of which had seen some active service (one had scars to prove it). All were in good health. Four of these mares were in foal - the offspring all became successful riding horses and gave us great pleasure for many years. I just wondered how they ended up coming to us - I had heard that the one that I ended up adopting (Cindy/Cindie) was quite a jumper and was used in competitions (??) by a Capt. Knight or is that nonsense.
Were the horses ever used for that sort of thing? She was a boerperd cross - 14.3hh and loved to carry me off through roadside compounds at an extremely stiff determined trot with the bit between her teeth!! I did find that, apart from neck reining (very useful), I didn't have to use the reins at all and could give her commands by leg and voice alone. If there was insufficient tack to go round I would put her in a halter with a short rope and all would be well. Would this have been as a result of training with Grey's Scouts? Another point, did the riders out on patrol not find that the Maclellan saddles were a bit hard on their behinds as they do not have the usual covering i.e. they sit relatively proud of the contours of a normal saddle? I hope these questions are not off-topic and I would be interested in your reply.
Thank you
Marie
Hello again Roy
Thank you for your quick reply. When you mentioned your horse Frazer I remembered that I read in one of the posts that he was somewhat of a one man horse. It raised a laugh because the horse I got from Greys was also a one man(?) animal and offloaded all other members of the family (quite politely, both sisters into a haystack on different occasions). I had recently suffered a severe skull fracture falling from a less disciplined horse and was not supposed to ride
at the time. When I went to the paddock to see the new arrivals, only one came over to me so, after a little chat, I put a headstall on her and went off for a two hour ride (as you do when you are 12 and feel quite comfortable with your horse). Needless to say, everybody was out looking for me when I got back but the horse and I were inseparable from then on until she died ten years later! I can't remember where the 'Captain Knight' story came from - I probably got the
wrong end of the stick!
One of the horses (Tango)delivered to us had been caught by a hindleg in a snare (just above the fetlock). The snare had gone right down to the tendon so she was left with a one inch hairless scar right around the leg and a 'wiggle' when she walked. Do you remember anything like that happening? That is, I'm
assuming, if she wasn't sent to Grey's in that condition. Having said that, she was a very fast, strong horse (although slightly skittish which can be unfortunate if you are going at full speed) and was one of the mainstays of the 'herd', dying in 2002.
My dad's name was Julian Scholtz, he was quite a slight man, quiet, grey-haired, probably older than most (he was 50 in 1980) and he smoked a pipe. He was
possibly a Lance Corporal (?) and once mentioned that he drove the HCV (possibly on occasion, I don't know if that was a designated job). I was only 15 in 1980
so quite a few details are somewhat vague now so I cannot remember his Squadron, if I ever knew. He was with Charlie Johnson when he was killed in March '78 (in fact, Charlie's mum taught me to ride - she owned the riding school in Norton) and I seem to remember was a pallbearer at the funeral, if that gives you any indication? He never said much about his stints in Grey's but was very proud to be part of it.
Unfortunately, he was kicked off his farm in the land invasions and then again off the one that he moved to in Matepatepa. This was after being held up in his
home at gunpoint and fired at (luckily three rounds missed him at point blank range!!) and being threatened with a mob beating i.e. the perpetrators
tried to get his workforce to beat him (bear in mind he was then 70+) and they refused so I think that said something about the man. He had to leave behind his two remaining horses (both descendants of the 5 mares I mentioned in my first email). He was known for his quiet courage. He died in Bindura in September 2004 after a week-long illness having never had a sick day in his life, apart from the occasional cough and cold. Despite everything that happened to him in his last years, he still hoped that he could get back on the land and be productive again.
We found his Grey's beret with badge in his gun cupboard after his death. This is why I was pleased to read what you had written in the forum because it gave me some insight into the dedication and care with which the unit was trained and outfitted. On occasion, I used to go with my mum when she dropped him for his six weeks and I remember the webbing and saddlebags and rather nifty little tools he used to take with him i.e. a very lightweight but cleverly designed hoof pick made from a piece of bent lightweight metal rod so that it had a built in 'loop' for attachment to a strap at one end and a flattened digging 'blade' at the other. Also the rat packs. The only thing he really enjoyed out of those was the 'dog' biscuits.
All our horses were kept outdoors all year, foaled outdoors, had their dipping (spraying) and farrierwork done outdoors - almost never tied up for the purpose - and so on so I guess old habits die hard! They were, however, handled every day and the youngsters from birth. I also remember the MIU cubes - the horses
loved those and if you had some in your pocket you either had to give them up or have a string of four-legged followers until you could make your escape! The other thing they loved as a treat was a handful of white mealie pips.
I'd be interested to know whether you knew my dad.
Marie
Roy wrote:
Marie
I am very pleased to hear from you, what was your fathers name and what washis Sqn. I do not remember a Cpt Knight, and the only shows that we were involved in were skill at arms, at which I competed on a horse called Frazer, at Salibury Show Grounds, and the Bulawayo Trade Fair. There were a number of horses, that were sent to good homes, those in foal and those who were in need of rest, and were no longer fit for service. I am pleased that some went to you, they were highly trained horses,and were used to the leg and voice aid.. All soldiers were trained in this manner.
As for the saddle, it took some getting used to, but in the end we grew accustomed to it. Allthough there were a number of sore rear ends, to start with. Saddle sore were more of problem, as they did not have flaps, but quick a squirt of the old gentian violet and tyramiacin [excuse my spelling if it is wrong].
At the end of the war, all the original horses stayed in the Regt, and when I left in 84 they were still there. The Regt is still being used, to this day and is one of the few Regts that was permitted to keep its name and colours. As for the horses, after I left I dont know. It was bad enough having to leave them, to a fate over which I had no control. But one lives in hope that they were well cared for. I hope that , if you have any more questions I would be pleased to answer them.
Roy
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