WHY SHOULD I BE SO LUCKY
When I came to the base we were assigned a new mission. We were to scout Orlic. If everything goes well then we will set up a line of defense. This line would connect reservoir – Orlić – Borije lines. Currently Orlić is no man’s land between the lines. If the chetniks figure out that we are not holding Orlic, they can occupy it and position their force above the reservoir line. For the first time the unit consist only two members from my crew. The rest I know as well. There were altogether eight of us. One of them I know very well. We were together on Brusuljama. Once we got caned fish for lunch. An extra can found its way. He took the cans to the house where we were to stay. When we came to the house, one can was missing. I asked him.
- “Where is one more can?”
- “I ate the extra one.”
- “How do you know which one is extra?”
- “Well I know because everyone got one can, nobody was missing a can, so the one I ate was the extra can.”After that we called him Mr. Extra for a long time. He was a sympathetic kind of guy. The other guy was from my street. I have seen him around but he wasn’t in the army until now. He volunteered recently and still doesn’t know how it feels to get our asses kicked. We need more of young guys like him who are eager to prove themselves. The third guy I constantly meet everywhere, during and before the war. Before the war he was a meat butcher. He has a lot of kids and I don’t know why he is here. It would be more logical if he found a way to remove himself from danger. I have known him for a long time but we rarely exchanged any words to each other. Otherwise he is very loud as if he was trying to get attention to himself. Next to him Hare was sitting. I hung out with him the most while we were at Brusulje. He is two years older then me and the most positive character I have met since the beginning of the war. The man is a living legend, I will never forget the day he overslept the first attack on Gazin Han at the beginning of November. When he woke up he couldn’t believe that he missed the attack. He finally realized when he saw the Romanian soldier who was run over by the tank. I am glad he is with us. Sitting next to him was a soldier young in age and looks. He has been on the frontline since the beginning. He is a refuge from the surrounding area, perhaps Faletici, but I'm not sure. Up until now I never saw fear in his face, I ask myself if he is even aware of what is happening around us. The rest of the crew was here from the beginning. They hang around the frontlines, I don’t know how I they ended up here. I’m too lazy to ask. I’ll probably get the answer that they were volunteers. But I didn’t know why I was here. This time I didn’t volunteer.