posted on May, 16 2013 @ 04:33 AM
Dear ATS Readers, Writers,
I found the story informative, and had good for real logical info in it.
In my little mountain town here in Oz I met a man from that part of the world, who came to Oz as a refugee.
He was from Bosnia, and Sarajevo area.
He was a mountain of a man, weighed about 250 lbs, and his arms were as big as my legs. Someone you for sure would not want mad at you.
We got to talking over a beer and a smoke on the deck outside the Irish Pub..and I asked him about what it was like, if he could talk about it.
I then see this huge man get a shakey voice, and begin to describe the situation he was in, and how he hid like a wild animal to stay alive. Much of
what he said to me in person was echoed in this story.
I finally asked him if he had to shoot anyone... to stay alive...
He dang near broke down into tears, this huge strong man... He told me he did shoot one person dead, not to save his life; but to save the lives of a
family down the street. A man was going from home to home dragging the families into the street, and shooting them because they were a different
religion than his.
They had one rifle hidden in his home. He said you always heard shooting but it got close to where they lived, and someone ran by saying a family was
shot up around the corner..
He got his rifle and got on his roof, and waited..he said not long, a man was marching a family into the street, with 3 kids. And just as he was
getting ready to kill another family, he let the SOB have it, in the head..and killed him.
By the emotion in this man voice, and in his eyes, I had no reason to doubt his story at all. That was quite a long time ago, 95 and 96 I think it
was...but it obviously still haunted this poor guy.
He managed to leave the area not long after that, and came to Australia as a refugee a month or so later.
He also said that the streets kind of hung together, and watched out for each other, families and their relatives lived on the same street sometimes
He lost family members there during those terrible times. He wanders the streets up here, looking for part time work. Really nice and gentle guy, but
haunted by what took place a long time ago now.
I saw him just last week again, so he is still hanging around here. I seen him a St Bernards..a resort place, with cabins to rent, etc..
After we finished our visit, I told the man, "Hey, it might not mean anything to you, but you did the right thing".
"Sometimes people get disaster thrust upon them, and you gotta do what you gotta do. Imagine how you would feel if you did nothing in that situation?
Could you live with that any better?"
He just shook his head NO, and said it was all wrong, all of it. He said they never rebuilt his area, and where they killed people in a wagon being
pulled by a tractor, and blew up the bridge they were on at the same time; he said a oil pipeline is where the bridge used to be...
Believe it or not, that's what he told me...I shook his hand and we said our good byes.