Covington In Rhodesia
This is one of those "for the record" things, for those of you who are fascinated by such details:
I attested as a regular soldier in the Rhodesian Army on September 23, 1974, at Brady Barracks, Bulawayo. I was assigned serial number #726818 and I eventually achieved the rank of corporal.
Contrary to gibber, I was not a cook, although I certainly would not have been ashamed of it if I had been. As any genuine veteran can tell you, the cook is one of the most important guys in any unit.
I was attached until January 1976 at 1 OS Company at Llewellin Barracks in Matabeleland, which was the home base of the Rhodesian African Rifles, the army's main black unit. During that time period I went several supply convoy trips to the Northwest "sharp end" around Wankie and I also did a stint at 1 Air Supply Company out of New Sarum Air Force base in Salisbury, flying supplies to UNITA forces of so-called "anti-Communist" (read ordinary bush bandit as opposed to Soviet-backed bush bandit) Jonas Savimbi during the Angolan civil war.
My service record is adequate and no more. No medals, no Rambo crap. Nor have I ever claimed any different. My combat experience consists almost entirely of getting shot at.
On July 31st, 1975 my infant son George Lincoln Rockwell Covington died at the age of four months in the married quarters at Llewellin Barracks from a viral infection which came from our water supply in the Umgusa River. Our water purification equipment at the barracks was about 40 years old and in very poor shape due to the sanctions that made it almost impossible to get spare parts. Yes, Virginia, UN sanctions kill. Mostly children. Ask the people of Iraq and Iran. My American-born wife at the time suffered a mental and emotional breakdown from the death of our child from which she never recovered and left Rhodesia shortly afterward.
In January of 1976 I was served with a Prohibited Immigrant (PI) order from the Ian Smith government because of my activity with the Rhodesia White People's Party (RWPP).
These are the facts.
The above photo is of myself and White author and philospher Eric Thomson in the bush, taken sometime in 1975, if memory serves.