User blog:Hleb12/Bosnian War and My Story

The Bosnian War was a tradgic war with over 100,000 casualties, one of those was my father and uncle, who served in the Serbian army. Here's the story...

The year was 1992, I was only 3 years old, Yugoslavia was beggining to split up. The Serbans disliked the Bosnian Muslims, the reason being tht Serbia as conqurerd by the Ottomans. The war was beggining. Serbians wanted to cleanse the Bosnian Muslims because they wanted Bosnia to be a "More Slavic Country". Unfortunately, my dad was forced to join the army, as so for my uncle. When the day came, we gave our final goodbyes, I didn't even know what was going on, I was too little to memorise. When the train set off to Bosnia, I could feel my mother's tears roll down my face. Apparently, the commander said that my father was a brave and courageous soilder, he would help the wounded soilders and would be  firece enemy to the Bosnians. It was all going good, he was awarded for his actions. But things didn't go so well. In December 12 1995, two days before the war ended. While my dad ws sniping from the bushes, a Bosnian shot my dad twice in the head and chest. His friends ran for the life, targeting at the trees above where the soilder was hiding. Two soilders carried the body to the nurses. They did everything they can to help him, but they lost him. He died. When the war ended, my mother was really excited to see brave dad come home, but when the soilders cleared up, there was no sign of him. My mother asked the general where his husband was, he told her the story and she bursted in tears, I did too seeing as my mother was crying. I kept asking my mother "Where is daddy?" She told me that dad is not here yet, I asked her a million questions abut my father and she couldn't take it, she kneeled down and started crying and crying. It's been 23 years since my father died.About my uncle, he died of a infected wound when he got cut by a fragment. I'm now  29 and I live in Sydney, Australia.

R.I.P My father,  Jovan Strajlovic and my uncle, Ivan Tomasevic

(I got inspired by Cilindar to do this story, my his father, Stefan Stopovic, rest in peice)