Molly Conger

So the truth is in there somewhere. Either way, he wasn't in Rhodesia for very long before he really, really wanted to go home. You know, war is hell for everybody. And here we have another unreliable narrator, Anthony Hickman.

So the truth is in there somewhere. Either way, he wasn't in Rhodesia for very long before he really, really wanted to go home. You know, war is hell for everybody. And here we have another unreliable narrator, Anthony Hickman.

So the truth is in there somewhere. Either way, he wasn't in Rhodesia for very long before he really, really wanted to go home. You know, war is hell for everybody. And here we have another unreliable narrator, Anthony Hickman.

Hickman is a retired officer in the British South Africa Police, which no longer exists and, confusingly, was neither British nor South African, and they weren't always really just police. But it bore that name because it grew out of the paramilitary force run directly by Cecil Rhodes' British South Africa Company in the 19th century.

Hickman is a retired officer in the British South Africa Police, which no longer exists and, confusingly, was neither British nor South African, and they weren't always really just police. But it bore that name because it grew out of the paramilitary force run directly by Cecil Rhodes' British South Africa Company in the 19th century.

Hickman is a retired officer in the British South Africa Police, which no longer exists and, confusingly, was neither British nor South African, and they weren't always really just police. But it bore that name because it grew out of the paramilitary force run directly by Cecil Rhodes' British South Africa Company in the 19th century.

The BSAP was Rhodesia's regular police force, but the line between regular policing and military operations was blurry, And during the Bush War, there were military units made up of BSAP officers, and they developed counterinsurgency and counterterrorism units. They oversaw the intelligence-gathering arm of the infamously brutal SILU scouts.

The BSAP was Rhodesia's regular police force, but the line between regular policing and military operations was blurry, And during the Bush War, there were military units made up of BSAP officers, and they developed counterinsurgency and counterterrorism units. They oversaw the intelligence-gathering arm of the infamously brutal SILU scouts.

The BSAP was Rhodesia's regular police force, but the line between regular policing and military operations was blurry, And during the Bush War, there were military units made up of BSAP officers, and they developed counterinsurgency and counterterrorism units. They oversaw the intelligence-gathering arm of the infamously brutal SILU scouts.

And they killed hundreds of people by introducing poison food and medicine into the supply lines for the insurgent forces. I don't know exactly what Hickman was doing for most of the war. Maybe he didn't do any of that. But these days he's retired in Johannesburg, South Africa, and makes detailed models of trains and farmhouses.

And they killed hundreds of people by introducing poison food and medicine into the supply lines for the insurgent forces. I don't know exactly what Hickman was doing for most of the war. Maybe he didn't do any of that. But these days he's retired in Johannesburg, South Africa, and makes detailed models of trains and farmhouses.

And they killed hundreds of people by introducing poison food and medicine into the supply lines for the insurgent forces. I don't know exactly what Hickman was doing for most of the war. Maybe he didn't do any of that. But these days he's retired in Johannesburg, South Africa, and makes detailed models of trains and farmhouses.

In the early 1970s, he was assigned to the homicide unit of BSAP's Criminal Investigative Division. And in 2019, he wrote down his recollections of Frank Sweeney for a newsletter published by his Veterans Association. Like any account of Frank's life, Hickman's essay can't be taken as gospel truth. Between the lies Frank told him and his own fading memory of the 70s, it's not perfect.

In the early 1970s, he was assigned to the homicide unit of BSAP's Criminal Investigative Division. And in 2019, he wrote down his recollections of Frank Sweeney for a newsletter published by his Veterans Association. Like any account of Frank's life, Hickman's essay can't be taken as gospel truth. Between the lies Frank told him and his own fading memory of the 70s, it's not perfect.

In the early 1970s, he was assigned to the homicide unit of BSAP's Criminal Investigative Division. And in 2019, he wrote down his recollections of Frank Sweeney for a newsletter published by his Veterans Association. Like any account of Frank's life, Hickman's essay can't be taken as gospel truth. Between the lies Frank told him and his own fading memory of the 70s, it's not perfect.

Honestly, I almost discarded it without reading past the first page. It was off to a pretty bad start when the first paragraph placed these events in September of 1977, which would of course be entirely impossible. Frank could not have been in a Rhodesian army barracks in September of 1977, because according to the U.S.

Honestly, I almost discarded it without reading past the first page. It was off to a pretty bad start when the first paragraph placed these events in September of 1977, which would of course be entirely impossible. Frank could not have been in a Rhodesian army barracks in September of 1977, because according to the U.S.

Honestly, I almost discarded it without reading past the first page. It was off to a pretty bad start when the first paragraph placed these events in September of 1977, which would of course be entirely impossible. Frank could not have been in a Rhodesian army barracks in September of 1977, because according to the U.S.

Marshals, the FBI, the DOJ, the CIA, and the New York Times, Frank was hanging out with a Soviet spy in the exercise yard at a federal prison in Los Angeles in September of 1977. But I'll cut Hickman some slack here on that faltering start, because there's ample evidence within the story that puts these events somewhere in the springtime of 1975.

Marshals, the FBI, the DOJ, the CIA, and the New York Times, Frank was hanging out with a Soviet spy in the exercise yard at a federal prison in Los Angeles in September of 1977. But I'll cut Hickman some slack here on that faltering start, because there's ample evidence within the story that puts these events somewhere in the springtime of 1975.