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Eleventh installment

The UN were now on their way in force, I found out that there were to be Russian, Belgians and a small contingent from Luxembourg in our area, what a great combination to send especially the Russians as the enemy were communists as well, even though the UN were on their way the relentless bombing of Osijek was continuing and each day more citizens were getting injured and killed as the Serbians now surrounded three quarters of the city. There was nothing the Croatian army in Osijek could do as the president had ordered a halt to all retaliation, it seemed that this had been a concession that he had made to make the UN commit its troops even though it would mean that we would lose face in the eyes of the people that lived in this region who didn't want the UN in the first place. Our planned attack was going ahead regardless of any orders that came from the government, everything was ready and the following Sunday we would attack using everyone and everything that was at our disposal and hopefully after all the planning it would be a great success. Who were the real enemy now, was it the Serbian aggressors or the UN that were preventing us from getting our land back, a lot of people in this area thought that they were as bad as each other but for different reasons. While I sat I thought to myself was this it, was this the beginning of the Serbian slaughter was this the end of the war? Deep down I wanted the war to stop but that was only because of the innocent civilians that were innocent by-standers and all they wanted was for their land to be free and a democratic member of Europe, my brain was thinking differently, it knew that the chetniks and Serbian regular army were not going to stop just because the UN was between themselves and their target Osijek, they were killers and the only way to stop them was to eliminate them and our attack would do just that. How ever many died on the enemies side after we had finished our attack was going to be a few less that could be transferred to fuel their other aggression in Bih which was now in full swing. We were perhaps saving some of their lives as it seemed as if our war was coming to an end. The world never helped Croatia when it was invaded and somehow I didn't think that it was about to help Bih, that country would suffer the way we had for over a year, nobody in this wide world was ready to commit it's troops the way that they did during the Second World War. The same sort of aggression was repeating itself, the same sort of human atrocities, the same sort of religious fanatism, the only difference was that it was the Catholics and Muslims instead of the Jews. The way that the war was going you had to think Milosovic and his generals had gone to the same school as Hitler and a lot of his ideologies had rubbed off on the Serbian president. When oh when would the world recognize the similarities between the two wars and decide to help, maybe they would but undoubtedly to late. Only after thousands more died, evicted from their homes or imprisoned in concentration camps would they perhaps help. We at least knew what had to be done even if what we were planning was on a small scale, at least we were trying, while trying we were branded as mercenaries and dog's of war by the world's press, sensational stories and not the real truth. They should have printed stories about the human suffering and human degradation, then perhaps the world would understand the fate of thousands of Croatians and Bosnians who were now forced to live their lives as refugees, how long was it going to take before the world decided to help, how long was it going to take? When would the aggression and ethnic cleansing of these two small countries stop and when would all their citizens be free? 

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