Kerkparade was a big event. The whole unit turned out. Even the Jewish kids (of course after the parade they were sent back to camp to clean dustbins). In basics it was simple. You picked the church that had the best cookies after the service. All the churches in Kroonstad vied with each other. And troepe are cheap. Cookies were enough to bribe them to listen to your particular version of religion. The NG Kerk, had it's church in the base, so if you were Afrikaans you weren't going to see town on a Sunday. And ince they felt they had a captive audience they dispensed with the cookie bribing system. Within weeks their numbers had dwindled to about half a dozen. A witch hunt was started to force the troepe back into the NG Kerk, but it was never very successful. No cookies, no church.
Bethlehem (not the one with three wise men and a virgin), 1985. I'd come back from a township late on Saturday night. Sunday morning there was a knock on my door and the mess cook popped his head in apologetically. "Sammajoor vra dat jy asseblief Kerkparade toe kom". I'd been in the army long enough to know that no matter what your rank, it's better to listen to Sammajoor. I didn't wear my uniform, but Rodney Green (I think) and myself presented ourselves at church parade in jeans and tshirts. The parade was done, and the troepe were getting into transports to be taken to the various churches around town.
Sammajoor looked at use and said "The army says you have to go to church - which one do you belong to?" He didn't comment on our lack of uniform. Rodney looked at him straight in the eye and said "St Agnostics, Sammajoor".
There was a moment of silence. "Luitenant, we don't have that church in Bethlehem. But the Methodists are similar" Daa gat jy!
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