Originally Posted by
Robocop
Ok people I will now translate that story from that Bosniak guy (Bosniak soldier from War in Bosnia) who wrote this story on Croatian forum, he swears It's true, I will write it literary from his perspective, as he wrote it:
"It was the Winter of 1993. We were away from the enemy (Serbs) by some three hundred meters of air line. Our positions have been in the trenches dug just at the beginning of the forest, while they had positions in a small Village in forest, village with around 20 houses.
For days no one has moved a meter considering positions. We were throwing some bombs on each others, some rifle shooting, occasional skirmishes, but no big deal. Nothing spectacular.
Both sides were waiting for further orders, from Commands, current order for both sides was; to keep our lines.
Cold, it was, as only the Bosnian isolated places can be, but frankly, we were well supplied. That night I was sent in reconnaissance with one fellow soldier, otherwise my very good friend. We should not have to go far, perhaps some 150 meters into no man's zone, perhaps unnecessarily, but still. And so the two of us crawling slowly approached the bush that was supposed to be our reconnaissance position next few hours.
We settled ourselves nicely, and as undisciplined as we were at the moment, we lit up the cigar, which is to say like "macho men" and carelessly, but with a grill facing inward, toward the palm so that enemy cannot see us.
We had a nice binoculars IR (Infra-Red). Oh I wish that we had those when we were kids before war, to peered into the cars where couples would come..
From time to time I looked in the direction of the enemy, I could see movement, they walked, carrying wood, nothing particularly important, but something became very wierd to me.
A few of them went to the other end of the Village, in a hurry and with rifles at the ready, and you could hear the yelling. I gave a friend IR to look, and after couple of seconds he began babbling, he started to breath very quickly, he pushed to me the binoculars from his hands and said; "look over there" ..
I looked again and saw that they were attacked, and they began shooting, single shot, burst (everything was happening very fast) I saw some, some beings of the human form, but I did not get what it is, what are they. I saw them attack and kill (the enemy soldiers), biting them (enemy soldiers).
Few houses started to burn, and now a real war started to taking place there, gunshots, fire, fire from rifles, screams, terrible screams. Our Army (from our position) immediately called us to see what was going on. I gave the binoculars to a friend and said to our superiors that I have no idea what's going on, but it has nothing to do with us.
My friend was watching with open mouth. Since the fire was strong; we could see shadows, silhouettes with naked eye. I was frozen (from fear, not from the cold weather) .. Give me a normal battle, no sweat, but this...
I took, ripped binoculars from friend and wanted, in spite of the fear, to see all of it from greater proximity.
And I saw one of those beings which were attackin enemy soldiers (Serbs), "she" had mutilated female face (large distorted teeth, extended fork, beard and spiky claws) staring, straight, or straight for us. We are far enough in the dark, but she looked at us, she knew we were there.
Then it ("she") ran at high speed in our direction. I'm frozen still holding binoculars as paralyzed, but at one point I just screamed to my fellow soldier to shoot straight into the darkness, NOW.
When we started to shooting, from my right side around twenty Kalashnikovs also started to shoot into same direction as we were (I was so confused from fear that I did not even notice that it is a part of our team, came to us and developed a position).
Our army started to shoot at the village and into the darkness, although no one had a clue what it was all about.
It took, like, ten minutes (no need to say that from the other side there wasn't any shooting at us, not single shot at us) .. When everything stopped, Chief officer (I do not want to talk about names or place where this happened) he wanted to move forward, but I convinced him to wait until morning. A lot of questions were asked, but we had nothing to present them, at least nothing sane, if we decided to tell the truth we would be declared insane.
We moved forward (8:00 AM) and after a few minutes we arrived at the opposing position (Village). Some houses were still burning. The snow was full of blood all over the place, scattered weapons and firearms and cold weapons (knives stained with blood), but not even one dead body. Nothing was clear to any of our soldiers or Chief what happened.
Yet in one trench, buried in snow and dirt, we found one of the dead soldiers, he was torn apart. We saw clearly he has bites on his body and parts of torn flesh was everywhere.
Me and my friend just looked at each others, and the officer commented; "I guess he was killed by a damn mine, Serbs withdrew under our encircling and picked up their dead and wounded and left" ... That was it, and so is communicated to the public.
But we knew the real truth, but never said anything to anyone in our Army, not during the war or after the war."
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