The documents in my medical record show you that I was wounded in action 2 times, first time 08/23/1991 and second time 08/28/1991. The first time I was wounded in close combat from a rocket that the terrorists fired on me. In the last moment I ducked down and the rocket has hit the wall beside me. In this explosion I was wounded in my rips on the right side from a peace of the rocket. At that moment I turned around, out from my cover and fired a rocket back in the direction
of the terrorists. They hit me, I hit them back. That was the name of the game. I didn’t mind, maybe they did. After this close fight the terrorist discovered that I won’t back down, so they stopped there attack and moved back. I stopped my bleeding with the first aid kit and I discovered that I was not the only one who was wounded in that battle, which last more than 5 hours. They attacked us from every side and we stopped there attack. That day we had 5 wounded troopers, so we drove to the nearest hospital. Our uniforms where full of each odder blood.
4 soldiers stayed in the hospital. I returned back to the military team “ZEBRA” after 3 hours and I continued the fight with the terrorists. Anyway, still today I have this peace of solid metal in my ribs. Sometimes I feel it, but it remembers me always on the day that we stopped the terrorists, the 23rd of august 1991.
The second time, 08/28/1991, I was wounded from a peace of a grenade that came in to my head. This time I was bleeding like I was standing in the rain of blood. My blood was flowing down from my head in a strong stream. At the moment I was hit from the solid metal, witch came from a grenade that a tank has fired on my fighting position; I was flying away from the blast of the explosion several meters. When I stand up, I was looking for my rifle and I saw my left arm. He was not responding on my commands. I was paralyzed on the left side of the body, but I didn’t give a shit. Looking around me I saw 3 soldiers lying on the ground. They where also hit from the grenade and they where also bleeding, so I gave the command to get the jeeps and transport the wounded soldiers into the nearest hospital and my driver helped them to get them into the car. My deputy took the first aid kit and stopped the bleeding on my head. After 2 minutes we drove to the hospital. I had never seen the hospital before. After 3 minutes in the jeep I fainted. I woke up in the hospital in Zagreb. The next day, the first thing I asked: “Where the fuck is my rifle?!”
Today I am still alive and kicking. The solid metal peaces in my ribs and in my head are still inside me and I am carrying them with proud. Sometime when I fly with the plane, the metal detector rings on the airport, but I didn’t mind it. It remembers me on the days that I fought for Croatia. After only 2 weeks hospital, I escaped with a motor bicycle and returned to my team “ZEBRA”.
This documents show my medical history during the war in Croatia, Bosnia and in Herzegovina.
I didn’t back down after my heavy insures, I continued to fight for Croatia. Until 1993...
This all and more I wrote in my book and I described with more details my military actions. I think the most important thing is that I survived mine insures, and after my wounds I didn’t hide in the hospital. I returned back to my unit and continued to fight after I was recovered from mine insures in my ribs and head. I thought, well the show must go on. Today I have no sorrows. If I could change anything, I wouldn’t change anything. I would do everything the same way. I survived in the most dangerous war battles with the most dangerous enemy’s I have seen in the war. "Charles Darwin" was right; “THE FITTEST WILL SURVIVE”.
I survived more than 3 years on the battlefield behind enemy lines, I did what I did. I nailed them where ever I could and I am proud on the fact that I am not a war criminal, I am what I am. I am a soldier who did his duty for his country, and I did it well. I survived the test of the bests and I didn’t die like the rest. In my opinion I wouldn’t say: “IF YOU CAN’T STAY THE HEAT, STAY OUT OF THE KITCHEN” That’s my message to the terrorists. They certainly tried to kill me, but they didn’t succeed. My close combat training was and still is better than theirs. I am the living nightmare for every terrorist on this planet. They can be stopped everywhere, even in the dark woods of the Balkan Forrest witch are drained with my blood!
The documents in my medical record show you that I was wounded in action 2 times, first time 08/23/1991 and second time 08/28/1991. The first time I was wounded in close combat from a rocket that the terrorists fired on me. In the last moment I ducked down and the rocket has hit the wall beside me. In this explosion I was wounded in my rips on the right side from a peace of the rocket. At that moment I turned around, out from my cover and fired a rocket back in the direction
of the terrorists. They hit me, I hit them back. That was the name of the game. I didn’t mind, maybe they did. After this close fight the terrorist discovered that I won’t back down, so they stopped there attack and moved back. I stopped my bleeding with the first aid kit and I discovered that I was not the only one who was wounded in that battle, which last more than 5 hours. They attacked us from every side and we stopped there attack. That day we had 5 wounded troopers, so we drove to the nearest hospital. Our uniforms where full of each odder blood.
4 soldiers stayed in the hospital. I returned back to the military team “ZEBRA” after 3 hours and I continued the fight with the terrorists. Anyway, still today I have this peace of solid metal in my ribs. Sometimes I feel it, but it remembers me always on the day that we stopped the terrorists, the 23rd of august 1991.
