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Blagodarim ..hvala hvala......:)

Objavio/la renna prije 13 godina 1 mjesec #

ovo ja sad sam da vidim novi nik i avatar:P

Objavio/la Renson prije 13 godina 1 mjesec #

@ ponor,

Hvala ti !
Ti znasch na chemu.
Ruke ti se pozlatile(ako vech nisu)!

Chitam te, nema sumnje.

Srdachan pozdrav

Pjesma-Visoko-Wien

Objavio/la Pjesma prije 13 godina 1 mjesec #

prije rata, u haustoru do mog, zivjele su dvije srpske porodice. jedna od dva sina i majke (otac umro ranije prirodnom smrcu) i pop dva sprata vise. na pocetku rata, raja iz mog naselja se organizovala, cuvala straze po naelju, cistila snajperiste iz susjednih naselja i iz nebodera. na samom poicetku rata, pop je pobljegao da torbama, u autu (ja ga licno gledao sa balkona). mjesec dana nakon pocetka rata, dva sina i majka su takodje pobjegli. kako su granate lupale po naselju i zgradama, tako su ljudi poceli da ulaze u neostecene stanove. u popov stan je usla zena kojoj su cetnici muza zaklali na oci njene cetvorodisnje kcerke u ahatovicima, pa mala nije mogla da prica sest mjeseci. to je bilo nekih cetiri mjeseca od pocetka rata. znacei, do tada stan nije bio diran. u popovom stanu su nasli spisak svih vidjenijih muslimana i hrvata iz mog naselja, adrese, broj telefona, gdje radi i spisak svih clanova porodice. toliko o popovima. kada je granata udarila u stan moje skolske drugarice, mjesec dana nakon sto je provaljeno u popov stan, njena porodica je usla u stan ta dva sina i njihove majke (ni on do tada nije bio diran). kako je drugarica htjela da pomjeri ormar, a on bio tezak, zovnula me da joj pomognem. kada smo ga pomjerili, nasli smo papovku sakrivenu iza ormara. magazin pun metaka. sada, ta majka se vratila za popa ne znam sta je bilo), niko je ne dira, zivi sama u stanu (ne znam gdje su joj sinovi), ali joj se niko ne obraca. prolaze ljudi pored nje kao da ne postoji. jedino sto ta zena kaze je u prodavnici i preko telefona. niko je ne dira, ne ugrozava je, ali niko sa njom ne prica. cisto jos jedan od primjera sa cime smo se mi suocavali tokom rata i kako se sada ponasamo prema tim ljudima.

Objavio/la Gost_9219 prije 13 godina 1 mjesec #

gost 9219..da nisi sa c vile slucajno??

Objavio/la _Renna prije 13 godina 1 mjesec #

@9219

mozes misliti kako je onda bosnjacima u republici srpskoj kad se mi tako odnosimo prema srbima povratnicima.
mi bi u sarajevu trebali biti primjer za pomirenje, ali narod poludio u cijeloj bih, pa mi nije cudno sto tu zenu svi ignorisu.
ljudi krivi roditelje za djecije gluposti pa cak i rodbinu za neka (ne)djela njihovih rodjaka.

Objavio/la Gost_3034 prije 13 godina 1 mjesec #

Evo malo price jednog cetnika koji je ranjen a ostale picke cetnici ga ostavili pa ga nase gazije morale spasavat. Cetnici su najgore picke, fale im muda.



Told by: Dragan Simic the village of Vranjak near Modrica

I was born in 1966 in the village of Vranjak near Modrica in northern Bosnian near the border with Croatia. I spent my whole life there. As a member of the Republika Srpska army I was wounded during an offensive led by the Tuzla corps of the Army of I was born in 1966 in the village of Vranjak near Modrica in northern Bosnian near the border with Croatia. I spent my whole life there. As a member of the Republika Srpska army I was wounded during an offensive led by the Tuzla corps of the Army of Bosnia and Herzegovina on 3 March 1994. Shrapnel hit me in the stomach and left hip. The injuries were bad enough that I couldn't move. With my last ounce of strength I managed to crawl a few yards over to the bay window of the house next to which I'd been wounded. My fellow fighters jumped over me, retreating from their positions on the run, and though they saw my pleading eyes they didn't stop nor did anyone try to carry me. The pain was far too awful for me to muster the strength to shout, but I was conscious the whole time. I could clearly see all my comrades withdrawing without a word, abandoning me, wounded. Scenes flickered by as if in a film. It seems as if the next minute I was seeing Bosniak fighters charging up out of the woods, crossing through the yard and coming up to the house. I had plenty of time to activate the hand grenade hanging on my belt, but I didn't. In a wince of bitterness at the way my comrades had left me, I gave myself up to my fate. Three of the enemy soldiers came over cautiously, pointing their guns. I lay there motionless and looked straight at them.


"Damn those soldiers for leaving someone like this," the first man said. He kneeled by me and ripped open my uniform to see where I'd been wounded.

"Call in and tell them we have a wounded Chetnik. They should come to get him," the second soldier said to the third, who had a two-way radio.

All the horrible stories I had ever heard about Bosniak bestiality when they took a Serbian soldier prisoner flashed through my mind. I had been hearing stories like that all through the two years I'd been fighting. I couldn't believe my eyes. A jeep drove up in a few minutes and transported me to the Tuzla hospital where they accepted me without a word and took me immediately into the operating room. The narcotic was a blessing, because only then was I able to stop thinking about the men who had left me behind.

After all I've experienced I know that there is no force on this earth and no idea which could force me to pick up a gun again.

After the operation they transferred me from the hospital to a jail in Gracanica. I was held there with another man named Branislav Radic, a Serbian fighter, who had been also taken prisoner but not wounded. We spent five months in that jail, held separately from the Bosniak prisoners. During that time they did not maltreat us, except when they slapped me on July 7th and called me a Chetnik and tore off my epaulettes. Two Bosniaks whom I knew, Huso and Bego, happened to visit the prison. When they saw me they asked, "How are you? Are you convalescing?" I didn't smoke but they always brought Branislav cigarettes.

Five months later the Red Cross visited the prison. They saw me and put me on their list for exchange. A few days later I left Gracanica and went home.

Objavio/la muhadzir prije 13 godina 1 mjesec #

Da li znaš nešto o događajima u Dobrovoljačkoj iz maja 92? Dosta je kontraverzi oko toga i volio bi čuti nešto o tome mimo novinskih članaka. Pozdravi. Makso

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KLICE VILA S'TREBEVICA NIJE BOSNA IZETBEGOVICA,VEC JE BOSNA SIVOG TICA RADOVANA KARADZICA !

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