Pantserkultuur
Hier volg:
- The Tanker’s Prayer,
- Pantserlied en
- Armour Song – Die laaste twee gedigte is saamgestel deur WO1 D.E. Green (afgetree) vir die SA Pantsermuseum, Julie 2000.
PANTSERKULTUUR
Via kol AP Stemmet: Ere-kolonel Regiment Oranjerivier (ROR)
THE TANKER’S PRAYER
I pray Thee, Heavenly Father,
Please hear this tanker’s prayer
And send an angel to me
For my tank and crew to care.
Be with us for we need
And lend a helping hand,
And carry safely our machine
Across this barren land.
Please keep our tank from running dry
When we face the foe in fight,
And place our gunner’s cross hairs
On the tank that comes in sight.
Please keep our radios in shape
And our comms working right.
Be with us when we kneel and pray,
Ride with us day and night.
Please keep our ammo coming,
Help us ring out freedom’s bell.
But above all, Heavenly Father,
See us do our duty well.
And if we fall in combat,
In the mist of morning grey,
We ask Thee, Heavenly Father,
Take the pain and sorrow away.
We ask Thee, Heavenly Father,
Take the pain and sorrow away.
PANTSERLIED
In ysige kou, van ‘n wintersnag
die skroeiend son, van ‘n somersdag
Waai stormwinde, om ons heen
en reën dit dag, en nag aaneen.
Dan bly ons ferm, bly ons sterk
getrou aan God, ons land, ons werk.
Pantserman, bly getrou
ander hoop, en steun op jou.
Altyd ferm, altyd trots,
staan jy pantserman, sterk soos ‘n rots.
Die grofgeskut, reën om ons heen
Steeds voorentoe, bly ons enjins dreun.
‘n Hellevuur, verlig die nag
en ons bly bid, “Kom lig, kom dag”
Die slag gedaan, die stryd gewen
word ons geprys, gevees, geken!
Pantserman, bly getrou
ander hoop, en steun op jou.
Altyd ferm, altyd trots,
staan jy pantserman, sterk soos ‘n rots.
En as die wiel dan teen ons draai
as die winterswind, oor ons kom waai.
Heer as dit kan, en ek moet gaan
laat ander weet, laat hul, verstaan.
Ek sterf steeds ferm, sterf steeds sterk
getrou aan God, my land, my werk.
Pantserman, bly getrou
ander hoop, en steun op jou.
Altyd ferm, altyd trots,
staan jy pantserman, sterk soos ‘n rots.
ARMOUR SONG
When icy winds, blow your way,
the scorching heat, of a summers day.
When winds of storm, howl round your ears,
and rain is pouring down like tears.
We’ll still stand proud, still stand tall,
faithful to God, our land, our all –
Armoured man, still be true.
Others do rely on you!
Ever proud, ever strong –
That’s the oath we pledge, ever be true!
Artillery shots, disturb the night.
Forward still, our engines fight.
A hellish light, enlightens night
and we keep praying ‘Come day, come light.’
The struggle fought, the battle won –
we are respected, as team, as one –
Armoured man, still be true.
Others do rely on you!
Ever proud, ever strong –
That’s the oath we pledge, ever be true!
And when the winds, of change do come.
When stormy clouds, block out the sun.
Lord when time comes, for me to go –
let others see, please let them know.
I die with pride, true to my call,
faithful to God, my land, my all –
Armoured man, still be true.
Others do rely on you!
Ever proud, ever strong –
That’s the oath we pledge, ever be true!
Die gedigte is saamgestel deur WO1 D.E. Green (afgetree) vir die SA Pantsermuseum, Julie 2000.
