Zulu Zulu Golf: Two Years with Koevoet by Durand, Arn
This is a very Special edition of Zulu Zulu Golf.
The reason be is the fact that the author Arn Durand has dedicated this copy to his Godfather Wessie. He also dated it 5 June 2011 Durban and Signed the copy. It also seems(but cannot be confirmed) that he placed his fingerprint under his Signature. See attached pic.
A once in a lifetime find!!
Zulu Zulu Golf: Two Years with Koevoet by Durand, Arn
Publisher: Random House Struik, 2011
ISBN 978-1-77022-148-2
Edition: Softcover
Condition: Very Good +. Spotting on first and last pages.
'There is no dignity in death. Six bodies are piled up in front of me, shot to shit. I can see that their bones are white, their blood is red and their brains are yellow. I've done this; I've helped to kill them.' A unit of the South African police, Koevoet was the most deadly fighting force involved in the Border War. This is the story of Arn Durand's first years with Koevoet, from 1982 to 1983. Through his eyes, the madness, mayhem and complexity of war come alive as he describes patrols, ambushes and contacts, situations of certain death, dealings with the enemy and relationships with his Ovambo colleagues. A powerful account of extreme experiences, the book shows what it took to survive combat in the hostile environments of Namibia and Angola. Zulu Zulu Golf does not glorify war. It simply relates, in a deadpan style, what it was like to be a killing machine in the heat of battle.
The gripping account of Arn Durand's first two years with Koevoet, South Africas most deadly fighting unit during the Border War. Through Durand's eyes, the reader will experience the madness, mayhem and complexity of the war.
A unit of the South African police, Koevoet was the most deadly fighting force involved in the Border War. This book is the account of Arn Durand's first years with Koevoet, from 1982 to 1983. He describes patrols, ambushes and contacts, situations of certain death, dealings with the enemy and relationships with his Ovambo colleagues. This book does not glorify war or peddle propaganda. It simply relates, in a deadpan style, what it was like to be a killing machine in the heat of battle.
