It all began on July 28 with Austria-Hungary declared war on Serbia with bombing of Belgrade.
At that time we did not know what was coming.
Then the inevitable happened.
I was a mere craftsman 28 years living with my wife and two great kids, I was called to go to war to defend my country.
I did not have my say, I had to carry out orders without question.
This fight lasted until 1918.
When this new was learned we were 5 men in the same neighborhood.
After saying our goodbye to our loved ones, we have taken the path of early horror.
On the way we feel strong, brave, courageous, but on the other hand fear invaded us ... fear of never returning.
Once in the trenches, hell began.
We lived in horrible conditions between fear, lack of sanitation, mud, rats, disease and everything that follows.
The middle of a man is not enough to face this challenge, we need more than bravery.
More and more corpses around us.
Sometimes we have heroic behavior.
When a friend was injured it was impossible to abandon it, we turn our backs on to portions somehow.
I was offset from the company as dehumanized by violence in the trenches.
More than ten million shells were launched in a few days.
Thousands of artillery were used.
I was living hell in combat.
The days passed, months, years.
I just had one of my friends from the beginning of the experiment.
I had crazy images seemed normal to me after living in horrible conditions every day.
I missed my family terribly.
I did not lose hope, I fought to the end, it was impossible for me to die here.
And that day arrived.
After living a horrible experience from the dead, conflicts, diseases and injuries, the end of the war sounds.
December 2014
Прагаласуй зараз! 