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22. decembar, jedan i jedini.
"I remember very vividly the manner in which I was woken up from sleep this very day, December 22, twenty-five years ago, in 1991. Some 20m behind some growth and a line of trees and maybe 30m away from the modest house in a god-forsaken muddy village somewhere in the hills of former Yugoslavia, in which I was asleep along with 4-5 other soldiers, some 5 large 155mm howitzers fired their first of many thunderous salvos of that morning, sometime around 5am - in support of what was a major effort to suppress an enemy advance near a town some miles away (which eventually was a success). We were completely unaware they were even there, having arrived with our larger unit to this locale at night the evening prior. We fell out of beds, crawled around the floor thinking we were under attack; eventually we rushed outside into the dark and frozen scenery and watched next, in total shock and bewilderment, how a multiple-rocket launch system went on to fire a couple dozen massive rockets up north/north-east, lighting up the fields covered with frozen snow, and leaving thick, condensed streaks of exhaust behind in the early morning frigid and overcast skies. Happy Yugoslav People's Army Day, Dec 22nd, all!"