I was at 4 Recce as a NSM that time. Those guys were superfit, trust me I watched them pack and unpack their rucksacks, run a few kilometers and unpack again to see how light they could get their rucksacks.
Do not stand By my grave, and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep- I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain. As you awake with morning’s hush, I am the swift, up-flinging rush Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the day transcending night. Do not stand By my grave, and cry- I am not there, I did not die.
Our wonderful Son-in-law, Brother-in-law we the Dlamini's will greatly miss you but cherish the good times we had. Thanking God for those great times. Phumula ngebuhle Nhlaba Khulu Thunda bathole.
Gone too soon, Vusi. I so enjoyed working with you. Your passion and interest in Geography and Education - always inspired me. God bless and keep you in eternity, may your family be comforted and protected in your absence. We will miss you dearly.
