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April 8 1992

I walked into a bar the other night because I had a few hours off from my job which is by the way a soldier in the Croatian army which I try to do to the best of my ability, I walked in not alone but with my teacher who teaches me Croatian because I am Welsh and I don't speak your language, which I apologise for. This article is not about my inability to speak Croatian but my inability to understand you the Croatian people and that I also apologise for I was born and lived most of my life in the West, in freedom, in relatively luxury and most of all in peace, I came here for many reasons but the two main ones were one to continue to be a soldier and the other was to fight in any way possible against communism. What I found in Croatia something completely different and unexpected, I found warmth, love and most of all friendship, these things I never thought I could find in a communist country but I found it here amongst the hate and flying death we all know as artillery mortars and sniper fire, I don't speak your language but I try and converse in anyway that I can. Every where that I go I meet people that show me the upmost courtesy and hospitality not because I am a foreigner but because I came here to your country and am willing to risk my life for the same wages as a Croatian and both of us fighting for the same reason. Why can't the Serbian and Chetnik aggressors realise that we are fighting for what is right and that eventually they too will want and maybe fight to get what we in Croatia now have, our own Republic. My teacher teaches me Croatian not for money but because I long for the time when I can speak to the people in this country that matter(by that I mean the ordinary people) in their own toung. How can I repay you, the Croatians for allowing me to fight in your war, I don't know, but anything that is asked of me as a soldier I will do as long as it brings a lasting peace to this war devastated country. You the people matter not the government of your country or the governments of any country anywhere in the world. Your voice is more important than anything a politician says, so voice your opinions and fight on for what you as Croatians believe in. As long as the war continues, no matter what Zagreb says, you must fight on in whatever way you can. The soldiers must be disciplined, train hard and believe in their commanders ability to command. The families that have lost someone during this war of injustice must fight on by helping in any way they can. The children must be brought up to believe in freedom that their family and relatives fought for and some even died for. The politicians must not listen to anything or anyone apart from the people, these ordinary people are doing the fighting and dying and they are the ones that matter, they are the future. Please, please, wherever you are and whatever position of responsibility you hold your fighting for a just cause so do not give in just because of UN and world pressure. We can as a nation want back from the aggressors the parts of our country that they stole because of their superior army, I am a foreigner but I still thank you for giving me the opportunity to fight alongside you against terrorists who fight under the flag of an old and dying communist regime, I hope that I can stay alive until the justified end of this war is reached. My last word's are is to remember that you are Croatians, so live, love and fight like Croats the way that you have done during the bombardment of death levellled on Croatia by the red parasites of humanity. You have fought for what matters and never forget this no matter what any politician or government says, you the people are the one's that count, you are the future of your new country. 

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