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Humanitarian Law CenterI took with me, to Prolom Banja, the pistol I had found in that Albanianhouse. Everybody saw the pistol as I used to carry it openly in its case. Myroommate, platoon commander Olujić, saw it, too. When it was time toreturn the arms issued us I was not the only one who had found a pistol;there were some more people with arms found in Podujevo. I asked thecommander, Boca, what to do with the pistol at the time when we were,practically demobilised, and he said: “Report this to Srle”, that is, to SranManojlović, who was practically a record and warehouse keeper, “to recordthe pistol, and take it home with you, as your personal armament and, oncethe war is over, we will see what to do with it”. Srle made a record of thepistol’s serial number, its type and calibre in a separate notebook and I receiveda license to carry this pistol. For me, however, this license was uselessbecause it made no sense for me, a member of anti-terrorist unit, towave the license for using a pistol in time of war.”When the defendant was presented with the differences from his statementgiven to the investigative judge on 24 May 1999 and 18 July 2001, the defendantstated:“Following my return to Novi Sad, my family and I used to live at No. 6Radnička Street, that is, I lived there alone and my family lived in Veternik.It was normal for me to maintain contact with the people I had known before,with the members of my unit, with the members of Special AntiterroristUnit, to go out to a restaurant for a drink with them, simply, we spenttime together. One day, a major, a member of the Ministry of the Interior,Novi Sad Office, suggested that I should form a unit. I suppose he meant aunit to carry out special assignments. I started thinking about it and makinga list of the people who could be members of this unit. In the meantime,I refused to be sent on a field assignment again because of the experienceI had had earlier on a field assignment in Podujevo.On 21 May 1999, in the morning hours, while I was sitting in a restaurantwith some of my friends, drinking, when two civilians suddenly entered therestaurant, pulled out the guns and told me to be quiet, adding: “Don’t resistor we’ll snuff you.” They took me out of the restaurant and into a civilianvehicle; I think it was a Renault 18, white or cream coloured. They putme in the back seat of the car and took me to a room. In the room wherethey took me there were a number of civilians; they took mug shots of me,270