It is a book that left me Out of Breath, angry and disappointed. It is about soldiers of a dying creed fighting a conflict that most people did not even know was going on that they were not allowed to win a war to save a country from itself. Yet, it is a book of unmatched bravery and sacrifices against incredible odds. This book proves that some men are born to become warriors, others to become heroes, only a select few are both.
Many hero-warriors were born in Rhodesia, a small African country the world chose to criticize. Some become part of a small elite unit of men who dared to win. Andre Scheepers and his mates in the Rhodesian Special Air Service (SAS) were such men.
The country faced an armed onslaught from foreign-trained supported ‘liberation movements’ that enjoyed haven in hostile neighboring countries, a vicious and misleading propaganda onslaught and barrage spearheaded by the West, a hypocritical United Nations, and others who sought to punish the country for protecting its citizens and defending its borders from armed aggression, as well as a military supply chain from the East. It was not to mention a country that suffered duplicitous interference by South Africa’s politicians and their ‘Détente debacle.’ This was a war, maybe even a spiritual battle but not between races as the media deceptively popularised it, but a conflict between clashing, diverse, and uncomparable ideologies and shadow governments.
It was a significant amount of time before GPS, UAVs, and precision-guided weapons. Standing between these threats and the insurgents from ZANLA and ZIPRA—supported by Mozambique’s FRELIMO and Zambia’s ZDF—were young but battle-hardened soldiers, men from the Rhodesian African Rifles and the Rhodesian Light infantry as well. Sometimes fighting with these combat machines but usually far to their front were a handful of elite men from the Rhodesian SAS. They where called
Men who dared to win. They were men who launched Barbaric attacks and raids deep into enemy territory with minimal gear and support. Their firefights were brutal and often at very close range. The smell of victory was often met with great sadness as friends were killed in action. Yet, when young boys entered the smoke of battle and emerged as older killing machines, sometimes parachuting into constant firefights two or three times a day, a feat yet to be matched by any modern armed force, it was a time when men earned respect through their sheer bravery, tenacity, and dedication to their country and cause. Men, staring death in the face and laughing, A time when men lived on the edge of extinction.
The cross-border raids, ambushes, attacks, and killings are recounted matter-of-factly. Tactics, techniques, and procedures fill the pages. The importance of motivation and inclusive leadership shows the actual value of aggressive resourcefulness and the competence of the SAS troopers, NCOs, and officers. It shows the need for a strict selection, intense and purpose-driven training, as their breathless and adrenaline-fuelled war intensified, so too allegations generated to cast suspicion on the real soldiers and their commanders.
This was when soldiers like Andre Scheepers and the soldiers just like him made their dent in history. ‘We Dared to Win’ is an unapologetic and accurate account of his transition from schoolboy to a highly-respected, militarily-gifted Rhodesian SAS soldier. His story is interlaced with the stories of others who lived through and witnessed the extraordinary operations they engaged in.
It is a book of great sadness and loss. These men gave so much for their country, to lose in the end, not through enemy action but sadly through the betrayal of those they trusted and believed in.
I will leave you with a quote.
After all, have come and gone.
We will remain shadows.
Of a forgotten past.
Those that follow
After we are long forgotten
Will say
Here stayed men of substance
Therefore I pray
God bless all sons of Rhodesia
At least we tried, didn’t we?
Yet how did we fail
When we were so sincere
Found on a wall of an abandoned barrack somewhere in the bush. February 1977.