In September of 1972, he found himself at a crossroads and began to express his disappointment on issues agreed upon by British Delegates and Ian Smith.

He was bother by unimpeded progress of Black Majority rule, stationing of foreign troops, an increase of parliamentary seats by nationalists, and coupling the Rhodesian dollar to the Pound.

He felt that these things were the exact opposite of the cause of independence and preservation of Western Civilization, and that African nationalism was simply a route for Communism to take over. His commitment to his enlistment vacillated, but he pressed on in hopes of fighting off the Red Hoard.

When he was posted to his unit he found it hard to bond with the troopers. Active front line troops require a certain mindset. Those living the lifestyle of possibly dying, often live their lives on the edge during their free time to escape the stress. The old adage of ‘you don’t send choir boys to fight a war’ rang especially true. Coey was a teetotaler and his mates might have taken his disinterest in the things young soldiers love as an affront.

He did manage to perform well enough to go for Officer’s Selection, which he was most excited about. His internal angst about Rhodesia adhering to a perfect ideology and an Army that enforced it caused some reluctance that was noted by the officers board. He was told, “You take life too seriously and you must project your personality and withdraw from your shell.”

He continued on but was dismissed from the course for academic and temperament issues. He began to realize that some of his views were considered subversive to the morale of the Rhodesian Army. His articles had reached the ears of people in charge and it was deemed best not to have an officer making any contrary statements to official stances within its ranks. He was rotated back to the SAS and began aggressive patrols searching out Terr camps. He determined that he would not be deterred and not falter on his personal beliefs. He enjoyed this but was still not meshing with the men of the SAS.

Things came to a head in December of 1973, when his Major said he would no longer be going on patrols and his jump pay would be revoked. He stated that Coey ‘just wasn’t worth it.’ It was a great humiliation that caused him to consider applying for a discharge, but instead he chose to go to the RLI.

Coey reassesed his purpose and goals and wrote this.