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Humanitarian Law Centerthe settlement of Biljane Gornje. I stayed there for a short time and then Ireceived the new war post. I took over the Scout Sabotage Company of the7th Knin Corps. I was practically the youngest company commander sinceI was only 18 at the time. When I joined such an elite unit, I was informedand I knew, and later on I relayed to my soldiers, that rules of war must beobeyed in every sense - international and local rules must be obeyed andI always supported that. It was strictly forbidden to kill old people, womenand children. The inhumane treatment of prisoners of war and injuredpersons was forbidden, too. I obeyed that, and my unit, every soldier in it,had to obey these rules.I was wounded three times in diverse operations, but nothing could influencemy commitment to being an honest soldier. In late 1994, I was deployedto Dinara Mountain and I stayed there until Operation “Storm”i.e. Croatian armed forces’ attack on the Republic of Srpska Krajina began.Nobody even told us of such operations and for two whole days, my unitwas surrounded. My unit took off from Dinara. We walked for 50 km untilwe reached Drvar in Republika Srpska. In Drvar, I went to the brigadecommand looking for instructions and explanations, because I had no ideawhat was going on. I did not even know what was happening with myfamily. I only knew that my brother was alive because he was on a schooltrip in Serbia, in Vranje, at the time. Then I went to the education centrein Banja Luka where I graduated from the military school. I only wantedhelp to find out what was happening with my family. I was told to go tothe Kozara military barracks where I found my family in a difficult position,which is not understandable for the people who did not have similar experience.The only thing I wanted and looked for was a shelter for my family,a place where we could start all over again and where we would be ableto live normally.We found shelter in Novi Sad. I was working as a bodyguard for some businessmenfor some time, a civilian job that I was offered. Right after that,my father and I were practically arrested and transferred by buses to Zrenajnin.There we were told that it was not arrest, but mobilisation, and Iwas transferred to Erdut. Upon my insistence, my father was released andhe went back to Novi Sad. Then I was sent to the Serb Volunteer Guard underthe command of Željko Ražnatović “Arkan”. Because of my military experienceand education, one officer from the Serb Volunteer Guard, I can-58