War 1994. My story is called Tadija Kostadinvoci. Elder of the Army of Republika Srpska, commander of the famous brigade of the Sarajevo-Romanija Corps. And somewhere in Serbia, in a quiet Vojvodina, his four girls. Heroj, Knight and Sindjelic, commander of the famous Ilija brigade, striking poet, steel and heart of the battle for Drina and Gorazde, the avenger of bloody waves. This is my story about a man, about a living hero, the hero of war, who keeps the Serbs with their strength centuries and the blood of ancestors. From him the blood is healed by the enemy. A man, the father of four girls, came to fight for the Serb people.
He fought on the heaviest battlefields, always on the first line, always ahead. Sometimes a few hundred meters behind the enemy line. God for your fighters, always ahead of them and with them. Krajisnik by birth, Yugoslav by citizenship, VRS fighter. Everybody loves it. Fighters adore. He is the embodiment of all Serbian heroes. He's not on television, radio, in the paper. Always in a bundle of fire and enemy thrombolos. His name is legend and security, and therefore, God, keep him safe for this people and this land! He is the last Mohicans and Don Quixote, he is Obilić and Kosančić. He is the core of the Serbs and, simply, he is a hero. Last night he came from Gorazde, is in the hospital today, visiting his wounded fighters. "The most ordinary of ordinary fighters". But these are his children, his fighters.
He sat with me, in the room where I live, at the hospital. We talked, talked about ordinary stories, two ordinary people, the same fates and thoughts. They talked about children, about people, about our destinies, about what awaits us, and where we are. We made coffee. We both drink pretty sweet. Surgeon, two years in war, in blood to knee, and hero - warrior, two years in fire and death. They sit alone, cook coffee, in a room that is similar to those students.
She laughs as I sleep on a two-seater and I have to put a chair on my legs as an extension because the bed is too short. And I thought - when and where does he sleep? In the last twenty-five days, he hardly took off his boots once. It is a fighter and a commander who achieves many victories.
We talked about ordinary human stories, and I remembered: "I barely buy children's books" ... or: "When I fall asleep and I ring my cell phone, first of all I'm afraid to think they're telling me that some of my fighter was wounded or killed." Tadija Kostadinovicu, and I want you to reach your goal, your ideals, your beliefs. While there are such as you, while Thee, while the Serbian people and Serbian fighters, are going forward, and believe!
Another thing, the story of Thee is my first story about an individual. I am still bound by another one, the story of a man who gave his life for the people and the Fatherland, and who already lives in the legend: the story of Zoran Borovina.
Let's get a cup of coffee with two cubes of sugar. You did not want to drink brandy - she said you only drink outside the war, or when you go home. And when was the last time you were at home?
Lying down in a camouflage uniform, burnt out of dust, mud and sweat, but with a stamp of strength in living combat eyes, Josipovic sat in a military car, waved, and left. Where?
Tadija Kostadinovic was awarded the Karađorđev star VRS