This poem, said to have been written by one Sidney E. Lassman, is one of the few poems written about the Regiment & is included as a tribute to the Selous Scouts who didn't make it.
"The Selous Scouts" I used to sit by the water's edge & watch the campfire glow & I'd listen to the night-birds cry & feel the breezes blow. My belly full of the meat I'd shot, I'd sit for hours & muse As the moon came up & the shadows changed to many different hues.
I used to roam through this country wide in search of game so fleet & I'd listen to the lions roar as they too searched for meat. I'd make my camp on the grassy plain or in the mountains tall & I'd friends at every farm & store & every native kraal.
But now when I near a river's edge or roam this country wide I've a lot of men to back me, & I think of them with pride. They're a scruffy lot to look at, but they've a tracker's skill; They're damned fine men in a follow-up, & damned good at a kill.
The Scouts they're called, & well-named, too, for the man whose name they bear Was the greatest hunter in this land, & these men fear no dare! For the game they hunt is vermin that would pillage, plunder and maim. & they do their job efficiently, with never thought of fame!.
For information and the History of the Men that Served in the Rhodesian War.
Tribute To The Selous Scouts 
