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02:15, 18 gegužės 2012 versija, sukurta 216.255.77.244 (Aptarimas) (UCFWMtBEtwFFlrKPO)
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I just wrote the comment above, but here is a lltite quick story for you. I will never understand how the Serbs can call their Chetnik soldiers HEROES, because whats heroic hiding out in a building with a sniper and blowing the head off a mother carrying her child across the street. The real heroes are soldiers like my uncle, Bosnians who were unafraid to fight back. My uncle would tell me stories about how he would lead tactical teams up the hills and mountains barefoot at times to avoid making noise, to hit these hotspots where the Serbs had their mortars and snipers in place. One story in particular that sticks in my mind he told me, One night he led a small team of 10, including foreign fighters from other countries the Mujaheedin, and these guys do not play around, they drove the Russian tanks and MIG's out of Afghanistan with just AK47's. So the story follows, they caught the Chetnik encampment off guard and managed to kill about 5 of the lookouts with their bare hands and knives as was the usual tactic, kill the lookouts quietly then rush the compound and kill the rest. They ran quickly up to the compound yelling Allah u'Akbar (God is Great, in Arabic, a warcry used for 1400 years by Muslims) and this warcry literally scared the sh*t out of the Chetniks, he told me a few of them sh*t their pants on the spot and p*ssed themselves. My uncle and his men picked out the Chetniks who grabbed their weapons and fought back and killed them, but whats funny is that the rest of the poopers and peers just sat or stood there frozen in fear, watching all this go down. They killed around 30 Chetniks total and around 10 of them were left to live, now imagine the will power for my uncle and his men to not kill these prisoners of war, when these same men had recently even killed some family members of my uncle's team a few days ago. These are honorable warriors, worth speaking of and remembered as heroes, and not men who get drunk and slaughter a whole village, rape 10 year old girls and cut open the bellies of pregnant Muslim women removing the fetus and replacing it with pig meat (Muslims do not eat pigmeat, so therein lies the insult)And I'm a reasonable man, though my heart filled with hatred I still see clearly. So when I go back to my hometown in Bosnia which is now apparently under the boundaries of some silly ass thing called the Serb Republic, it does not bother me when I see the Serbian flag all around my city, because we all got along before the war, shared the same food, sat at the same tables, even married one another, but what I cannot stand is seeing the Chetnik flags and symbols, the four S's (C in cyrillic) because to me those represent the killers of our women and children. I do not hate the Serb people as a whole, just the extremists. And they hoped to accomplish a "Greater Serbia" and have all the land for themselves, and it's something I laugh at now because all the Muslims they drove out have gone to other countries and got rich, while the Serbs that stayed behind, moved into our homes and took our belongings ain't got sh*t in the end. And it's evident when I go back to my city every summer and any other city in the Serb Repulic. Cuz I roll around lookin filthy rich compared to the rest of them, I'm getting begged for money, and store owners are sucking up to me trying to sell me whatever they can, and I whip out my Muslim necklace with a Crescent and Star symbol, wear Bosnian Jerseys all around town, and ain't nobody sayin sh*t to me. And I honestly feel bad for their kids, cuz they have to suffer their elders mistakes. In a house next to mine lives a Chetnik, and though I would personally kill him with my bare hands for all the innocents he has killed, I damn near cry when I hear his daughter crying because she ain't got no food to eat. And it's fukked up that it's always the innocent that end up suffering. It's a lesson mankind will never learn until the end of days.