On the way back south from my buffalo hunt in the Caprivi almost ten years ago - I and my young PH (who was as avid a military history student as me) spent the better part of a day exploring the ruins of Buffalo Camp. Probably the most poignant part of our exploration was the vast cemetery. The Namibian Government has made no attempt to maintain it, and it has gone back to the bush. As one would expect the "men with no names" or "the terrible ones" of 32 Battalion had crosses only marked by a number.
The company barracks areas had long since been picked to their foundations for usable wood, but the stone walls remained of the headquarters, hospital, and officer quarters.
It was interesting to stand on what was likely once Breytenbach's patio staring at buffalo and hippo grazing in the marshes along the river and to wonder whose shades shared the view with us. They were men who deserve better than to be forgotten.
