“War is a terrible thing! When I was walking through the city with my mother (when my mother and I were in the center sitting in the basement). So we were walking and I saw the city, I wanted to crawl under the table. All the big houses that were near the Dram Theater, burned out, they were very beautiful, with lights, I remember. There is no drama theater! All in all, war is a terrible thing! I say that to everybody!
We were fed by soldiers, they gave us bread and butter from the field kitchen. Eh! And they fed us, once they even gave us pate. I gave one of them a tank and told him it would help them finish the battle quicker. We left here on the 8th.”
Correspondent: “What kind of soldiers were they?”
Boy: “The basketball player was. “Basketball player” – I have learned his call sign.”
Correspondent: “Were these DNR soldiers?”
Boy: “These were DNR soldiers and they fed us, really! Yes, they were bringing us food, it’s true, I’m a witness. I saw it. I’m always afraid, I’m not used to these claps: what “departures”, what “arrivals” (note: it’s about bombing, shots fired at the enemy, and reverse shots from the enemy), but I’m still more afraid of “arrivals”. And every gunshot makes me duck, because I’m very afraid of it all.
In general I want to say: war is a terrible thing! Never repeat such a thing! War is the worst thing in the world!”
