When in the suburbs of Osiek – they killed the news cameraman who was with me – he was the 17th victim among the journalists – I organized a group to go to the Yugoslav People’s Army (again the red star) where I told them, there was no declaration of war, tell us finally, is there a war? Why are they shooting at the journalists? Why did they shoot down Zarko Kaic? The answer was that the cameraman was an “unlucky victim of an accident”. The guard was shooting from a tank; he confused the camera with an anti-tank gun. When we are in fighting range, they said, close to the Croatian units, better remember that we cannot expect the soldiers to differentiate between the enemy and the journalists. Those journalists who wear Croatian clothes and move together with the Croatians are all considered enemy. This last I took as a personal declaration of war, from here on the war became a personal thing for me. I told off the red-starred major something foul and colorful and left him. I asked for uniform and gun from the Croatians and also my acceptance in the Croatian National Guard. Later I became the commander of the Croatian International Platoon. Again, things found their rightful place as always when I do not yet understand what’s going on around me.
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