Nine years after NATO’s bombing of Serbia, the North Atlantic Treaty Organization is still taking lives in Kosovo, Serbia’s Pressonline reported. The NATO allegedly used shells with depleted uranium which are still today causing an increase in the number of cancer patients.
Prior to 1999, the number of Serbs who suffered from malignant tumors was three times lesser. In Kosovo’s Kosovska Mitrovica in 2005 there were 38 percent more cancer patients than in 2004.
In those two years, a total of 3,500 cancer cases in Kosovo Albanians were diagnosed.
Globally, six people out of a thousand suffer from malignant tumours on average. In the Kosovska Mitrovica hospital, there are 200 cancer patients to 1,000 people.
NATO used weapons banned by international conventions?
After 2000, groups of experts in atomic energy tested water, food, air, plants and animals to establish the damage caused by radiation from NATO shells. Beta and Gamma radiation was higher than the permissible level and radiation was discovered in the soil, water, plants and animals. After it gets into the soil, it takes some 250 years for depleted uranium to degrade.
The conclusions of the studies were that the environment on 100 locations in Kosovo was not safe for animals or people, but no bans or moving of the population was carried out.
European peace troops stationed in Kosovo knew there was great danger of radiation in these areas. Italian military experts concluded in 2005 that 34 soldiers had died from leukemia and various malignant tumors. Since then 150 soldiers from Kosovo were sent home.
In mid-2000 NATO published a map with 112 marked locations that had been shelled with depleted uranium. Over the 78 days of NATO bombing, a total of 31,000 shells with depleted uranium, weapons banned by international treaties, were dropped in Kosovo.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
'Lovely' Ky. woman accused of horrific war crimes
Aha, the evil ones are tracked down!!
STANTON, Ky. — The arrest of a Croatian woman in small-town Kentucky for alleged war crimes two decades ago in the former Yugoslavia "brings her long run from justice to an end," a U.S. marshal said.
U.S. Magistrate Judge Robert E. Wier ordered that Azra Basic, 52, be held without bond pending an April 1 status hearing and appointed her a lawyer.
Prosecutors argued that no bail amount would guarantee Basic's presence in court.
Federal agents arrested Basic on Tuesday. A complaint filed by U.S. Attorney James Arehart accuses Basic of committing crimes at three camps in the early 1990s near the majority-Serbian settlement of Cardak in Derventa in Bosnia.
The Croatian woman locals in Stanton knew as "Issabella" settled years ago in this rural, hilly area and took jobs bathing elderly nursing home patients and working at a sandwich factory.
This week, acquaintances were shocked to hear the secret that Bosnian war crimes investigators said Basic has been hiding for two decades.
As a soldier in the Croatian army, she killed a prisoner and tortured others by forcing them to drink human blood and gasoline, authorities said.
'Shocking'
U.S. Marshal Loren "Squirrel" Carl said considering the "shocking nature" of the accusations, officers were relieved to have captured Basic.
"This brings her long run from justice to an end," Carl said.
According to court documents, Basic is charged with fatally stabbing a prisoner in the neck in 1992 during the bloody conflict in the Balkans.
Court documents accuse her of numerous other atrocities, including: Setting a prisoner ablaze, pulling out prisoners' fingernails with pliers, ripping off a man's ear with pliers and carving crosses and the letter "S" into another man's flesh.
The accusations were "very shocking" to 44-year-old former neighbor Brian Rice.
"She's a pretty nice person," said Rice, who lived near her for about two years until she moved in November. "If I was standing here right now and ... she drove by, she would throw her hand up and if the window was down, she would speak and say 'hi' by my name."
An elderly woman who came under Basic's care also had a favorable impression of her.
"She's a lovely person, very diligent in her work," said 88-year-old Henrietta Kirchner, who was one of Basic's patients at the Stanton Nursing Center for about a week when she was recovering from a broken leg.
It's unclear why Basic chose to settle in Stanton, a town about 45 miles east of Lexington known for its annual corn festival. But Rice said that if she were looking for a place to get away from her past, she had found it.
"Everybody sticks to themselves around here," he said. "We don't have no neighborly get-togethers. We speak if we know you."
Basic was an employee at the Nestle Prepared Foods plant in Mount Sterling that makes Hot Pockets-brand sandwiches, the company said, declining to provide additional details.
Jo Epperson, a clerk at the local smoke shop where she said Basic bought a carton of Kentucky-made 24/7 Menthol cigarettes once a week, said she asked Basic on one occasion what brought her to the area.
Epperson said Basic responded vaguely that "she was part of the war," but didn't elaborate.
Forensics
Bosnian authorities have been slowly building a case against her for years, taking statements from witnesses, forensic experts and doctors between 1992 and 2001 to identify her.
Interpol traced Basic to Kentucky in 2004, an international arrest warrant was issued in 2006 and the U.S. received a formal extradition request in February of 2007, according to a complaint filed in federal court.
Hundreds of fugitives are still being sought for war crimes, with a steady trickle of several arrests each month. Most of the other fugitives are men. The sheer volume of cases helps explain why it takes so long for some to be prosecuted.
More than 100,000 people were killed during the bloody war that followed Yugoslavia's collapse, most of them Muslim Bosnians.
The war was fought among the country's three ethnic groups — Muslim Bosnians, Catholic Croats and Christian Orthodox Serbs.
I'll bet you will find that the catholic church helped resettle her in the USA. Just like they helped Nazis after WW2.
Same Shit-Stuck Behind Enemy Lines-Shit Dream
We were in some other asshole country again. I was in Recce operating in patrols of two jeeps. We were to advance and secure a bridge over a deep gorge with a raging river at the bottom. The bridge was about 100 metres across and 100 metres high. The advance went well, with only one small enemy placement found, which we bypassed and let the follow up troops handle. We came to a long ridgeline overlooking the bridge and reported it all appeared clear. Soon the follow on troops, Tanks and Lav-3s, took up position with us. We looked down at the bridge from about 3 kms away.
That night we foot patrolled down to the bridge. It was a dark cloudy night with a hint of rain in the air. We checked for explosives and damage. We crossed to the far side to check it out. Afterwards we snuck back to out positions, de-briefed and got some rest.
All was quiet the next day. Around midnight, the Infantry sent out a Recce patrol to take a look at some woodlines on the far side of the bridge. Unlike our side, the enemy side had no real overlooking crest, which was probably why they had not defended the bridge. They returned with no problems.
Brigade had intelligence that the enemy had enforced the next small village and crest line into a defensive position. It was decided to send a heavy recce team to check it out. This force consisted of tanks and Coyotes recce vehicle. We were were to secure the far side of the bridge and hold it until the recce returned. That night our foot patrol recce'd the far side. Before dawn we crossed in our jeeps to secure the sight. We had attached to us a Lav-3 with its Infantry section and a Bison mounting a .50 cal mg. The heavy recce force crossed and headed north late in the afternoon with the idea to arrive at the defended village by nightfall.
All was quiet during the day. About an hour after darkness we heard the first shooting coming from the north. The sharp pows of the tanks and the dum-dum-dums of the 25mm. Shortly afterward we came under artillery fire at the bridge. We hunkered down in our holes and waited it out. We survived with no casualties but the bridge had been hit twice. An Engineer patrol from the friendly side came down to assess damage, and reported it was still crossable.
Shortly afterwards 4 big trucks appeared from the south and raced up to the bridge. This was a unit of the National Army. As usual we had no idea they would be showing up, and our forces on the friendly side of the bridge eventually let them cross. The radio reported that the US mentor had reported that they had just got the call to go over and help with the Recce, which we thought was mostly a symbolic gesture to seem like their own troops were adding to the fight. Their trucks passed through us in the darkness, reeking of hashish. We wished them well.
The radio reported that the recce force was returning with minimal casualties. The first vehicles to arrive were 2 of the National Army trucks full to the brim with troops. Our sentry point well to the front of us stopped them, and then let them pass. The trucks passed through us, crossed the bridge and sped off to the south. Our heroes...
Soon we could hear the rumble of the Troop of tanks returning. As usual they sounded like they were close, but it took 10 minutes before they rolled through with the Coyotes. They reported to us that one Coyote had been damaged and was limping along towards us with his fire team partner. After about an hour they came up to us, the damaged Coyote first and then his partner with his cannon over the back deck towards the enemy. This Coyote stopped and reported that there were about 20 National troops along with thier US mentor coming this way on foot.
Shortly afterwards my Troop Leader came over the radio and told me to start thinning out my position. I sent the Lav 3 and the Bison back over the bridge. I suggested to my Troop Leader that it might be a good idea to send a second Bison forward to pick up the National army troops. He agreed and said he would handle it.I also decided to send both jeeps back and sent the drivers on their way to wait for us at the far end. So now there were the 4 of us.
Our sentry reported that he saw a large group of troops heading our way, over a km away. He reported they were not carrying any stretchers but were moving slowly. The 2 of us at the bridge moved forward to set up with the sentry team.
Shortly the National army guys strolled by, not appearing to be in much of a hurry. The American stopped to chat a bit, mostly about how they were not paying him near enough for this baby-sitting job. I told him we would wait until he crossed with his troops, then follow ourselves. It was about 2 hours till dawn.
The National army troops were just getting to the bridge when the first arty shells started dropping on the bridge. It didn't take them long to reach a full gallop. The bridge was hit several times and soon was uncrossable. Some of the army troops had made it to the far side. The artillery stopped suddenly.
We withdrew to the bridge. After looking at the shear drop-off both at our side and the other side and the raging river on the bottom, we quickly came to the conclusion we were not getting back across to the friendly side anytime soon. To add to that, we knew there were no other bridges or fording sites for at least 50 kms in both directions. I discussed with the Troop Leader the possiblility of a helicopter, but he said there were none available since we had lost 3 of them a week before and the rest were down for maintenance. The US had all their choppers busy in a major operation to our east. So it was decided that we stay on the enemy side and wait it out until the bridge could be repaired and the advance continued. We headed off to the east to hunker down in a treeline and wait it out for now. Same shit, stuck behind enemy lines, same shit.
We remained hidden in the treeline all day. Towards darkness our radio battery finally died, and we were really by ourselves. Not being ones to sit around doing nothing, it was decided we may as well do some patroling that night, if only to find an better position to observe the enemy. We headed out around midnight.
The map indicated a small elevated feature about a 4 kms north of our position and about 1 km east of the road to the next village. We slowly worked our way to it and got there well before dawn. We had stopped at a small stream to fill up on water and had also gathered apples from the ground under some trees. We each had 24 hours of rations on us, but we thought that the apples would come in handy. We were also pleasantly surprised to find that the little hill had some bushes on it, and soon developed a well camouflaged position. We got a observer rotation going and settled in for the day.
The defensive position was still about 13 kms north of us. During the day I had come to the decision that we may as well get close enough to observe the enemy position. But shortly after nightfall armoured vehicle noises from the north made us stay for a while. Apparently the enemy were now developing a position just to our north. We decided to stay where we were and observe this position. We heard vehicle noises, including tanks, off and on through out the night. In between we could heard the noise of troops digging in at a treeline about 1.5 kms away from us. We decided that we would check that out the next night.
The next night 2 of us stole away from our little position around 1100hrs. Our plan was to bypass the enemy position and approach from the rear if we could.
The first thing we came upon in the rear of the woodline was a dug in mortar position. We crept up to it and discovered there was no one at home. Probably figured there was no reason to man it during the night on this side of the woods. There were two mortars in it, big ones at that; 120mm range. We wanted to break them, but couldn't risk making any noise. So we scooped up some of the clay like dirt from the bottom of the pit and jammed this down the tubes, tamping them down with a stick. We hoped it would go unnoticed and that the heat of the day would bake them into a very solid brick like solid. We had to surpress our giggles as we thought of the enemy dropping the bombs down the tubes and only getting a thud from them.
From there we could also see 4 BMPs backed into the treeline, thus calculating that this was a platoon position. We couldn't see anything in the back of the treeline on the other side of the road,but decided not to press our luck and move over to that side. Fortunately, while we were there we heard a BMP start up over there for about 5 minutes. We concluded that there was probably another platoon dug in over there. With all this info, we slithered away from the mortar pit.
We got away safely and had a listening stop before starting our return leg. Just before we started off, we heard a tank engine start up from a treeline about 2 kms to the north. We had lots of darkness left so decided to take a look at this also. We soon were in a position about 200 metres from the treeline. We stayed there as long as we could. From the noises we heard, the quick glimpes of light, and the sentry changed we seen, we concluded that this was probably a tank hide. We turned back toward our position and crept away. When we got back we quietly discussed what we seen with the other 2, to ensure we all knew.
The day was uneventful except for the sounds of helicopters back towards our lines. I decided we had got all the info we could from here, and would return to the bridge area that night. We were about a km away from the river, close to our original position after being stranded, when we heard a helicopter coming our way from the direction of our lines. We had 1 IR glowstick with us, and we attached that to a piece of cord and twirled it around over head. Once it came towards us, we flashed it the night recognition signal. We figured that with this signal, and hopefully the fact that the pilot may know there are 4 friendlies in this area, we would be picked up. The chopper hovered some distance away, probably reporting this in. Shortly he came towards us and settled down next to us. We scurried aboard and soon were back at our lines briefing our OC.
Afterwards I bumped into the US mentor I had seen the night the bridge was shelled. Since I knew that he was at the rear of his troops, I had thought he didn't make it. He told me that by the time he had heard the first shell coming in, he had started sprinting to the front of the army troops and was actually the first one across. He went on to say that there were 5 that didn't make it across.
That night we foot patrolled down to the bridge. It was a dark cloudy night with a hint of rain in the air. We checked for explosives and damage. We crossed to the far side to check it out. Afterwards we snuck back to out positions, de-briefed and got some rest.
All was quiet the next day. Around midnight, the Infantry sent out a Recce patrol to take a look at some woodlines on the far side of the bridge. Unlike our side, the enemy side had no real overlooking crest, which was probably why they had not defended the bridge. They returned with no problems.
Brigade had intelligence that the enemy had enforced the next small village and crest line into a defensive position. It was decided to send a heavy recce team to check it out. This force consisted of tanks and Coyotes recce vehicle. We were were to secure the far side of the bridge and hold it until the recce returned. That night our foot patrol recce'd the far side. Before dawn we crossed in our jeeps to secure the sight. We had attached to us a Lav-3 with its Infantry section and a Bison mounting a .50 cal mg. The heavy recce force crossed and headed north late in the afternoon with the idea to arrive at the defended village by nightfall.
All was quiet during the day. About an hour after darkness we heard the first shooting coming from the north. The sharp pows of the tanks and the dum-dum-dums of the 25mm. Shortly afterward we came under artillery fire at the bridge. We hunkered down in our holes and waited it out. We survived with no casualties but the bridge had been hit twice. An Engineer patrol from the friendly side came down to assess damage, and reported it was still crossable.
Shortly afterwards 4 big trucks appeared from the south and raced up to the bridge. This was a unit of the National Army. As usual we had no idea they would be showing up, and our forces on the friendly side of the bridge eventually let them cross. The radio reported that the US mentor had reported that they had just got the call to go over and help with the Recce, which we thought was mostly a symbolic gesture to seem like their own troops were adding to the fight. Their trucks passed through us in the darkness, reeking of hashish. We wished them well.
The radio reported that the recce force was returning with minimal casualties. The first vehicles to arrive were 2 of the National Army trucks full to the brim with troops. Our sentry point well to the front of us stopped them, and then let them pass. The trucks passed through us, crossed the bridge and sped off to the south. Our heroes...
Soon we could hear the rumble of the Troop of tanks returning. As usual they sounded like they were close, but it took 10 minutes before they rolled through with the Coyotes. They reported to us that one Coyote had been damaged and was limping along towards us with his fire team partner. After about an hour they came up to us, the damaged Coyote first and then his partner with his cannon over the back deck towards the enemy. This Coyote stopped and reported that there were about 20 National troops along with thier US mentor coming this way on foot.
Shortly afterwards my Troop Leader came over the radio and told me to start thinning out my position. I sent the Lav 3 and the Bison back over the bridge. I suggested to my Troop Leader that it might be a good idea to send a second Bison forward to pick up the National army troops. He agreed and said he would handle it.I also decided to send both jeeps back and sent the drivers on their way to wait for us at the far end. So now there were the 4 of us.
Our sentry reported that he saw a large group of troops heading our way, over a km away. He reported they were not carrying any stretchers but were moving slowly. The 2 of us at the bridge moved forward to set up with the sentry team.
Shortly the National army guys strolled by, not appearing to be in much of a hurry. The American stopped to chat a bit, mostly about how they were not paying him near enough for this baby-sitting job. I told him we would wait until he crossed with his troops, then follow ourselves. It was about 2 hours till dawn.
The National army troops were just getting to the bridge when the first arty shells started dropping on the bridge. It didn't take them long to reach a full gallop. The bridge was hit several times and soon was uncrossable. Some of the army troops had made it to the far side. The artillery stopped suddenly.
We withdrew to the bridge. After looking at the shear drop-off both at our side and the other side and the raging river on the bottom, we quickly came to the conclusion we were not getting back across to the friendly side anytime soon. To add to that, we knew there were no other bridges or fording sites for at least 50 kms in both directions. I discussed with the Troop Leader the possiblility of a helicopter, but he said there were none available since we had lost 3 of them a week before and the rest were down for maintenance. The US had all their choppers busy in a major operation to our east. So it was decided that we stay on the enemy side and wait it out until the bridge could be repaired and the advance continued. We headed off to the east to hunker down in a treeline and wait it out for now. Same shit, stuck behind enemy lines, same shit.
We remained hidden in the treeline all day. Towards darkness our radio battery finally died, and we were really by ourselves. Not being ones to sit around doing nothing, it was decided we may as well do some patroling that night, if only to find an better position to observe the enemy. We headed out around midnight.
The map indicated a small elevated feature about a 4 kms north of our position and about 1 km east of the road to the next village. We slowly worked our way to it and got there well before dawn. We had stopped at a small stream to fill up on water and had also gathered apples from the ground under some trees. We each had 24 hours of rations on us, but we thought that the apples would come in handy. We were also pleasantly surprised to find that the little hill had some bushes on it, and soon developed a well camouflaged position. We got a observer rotation going and settled in for the day.
The defensive position was still about 13 kms north of us. During the day I had come to the decision that we may as well get close enough to observe the enemy position. But shortly after nightfall armoured vehicle noises from the north made us stay for a while. Apparently the enemy were now developing a position just to our north. We decided to stay where we were and observe this position. We heard vehicle noises, including tanks, off and on through out the night. In between we could heard the noise of troops digging in at a treeline about 1.5 kms away from us. We decided that we would check that out the next night.
The next night 2 of us stole away from our little position around 1100hrs. Our plan was to bypass the enemy position and approach from the rear if we could.
The first thing we came upon in the rear of the woodline was a dug in mortar position. We crept up to it and discovered there was no one at home. Probably figured there was no reason to man it during the night on this side of the woods. There were two mortars in it, big ones at that; 120mm range. We wanted to break them, but couldn't risk making any noise. So we scooped up some of the clay like dirt from the bottom of the pit and jammed this down the tubes, tamping them down with a stick. We hoped it would go unnoticed and that the heat of the day would bake them into a very solid brick like solid. We had to surpress our giggles as we thought of the enemy dropping the bombs down the tubes and only getting a thud from them.
From there we could also see 4 BMPs backed into the treeline, thus calculating that this was a platoon position. We couldn't see anything in the back of the treeline on the other side of the road,but decided not to press our luck and move over to that side. Fortunately, while we were there we heard a BMP start up over there for about 5 minutes. We concluded that there was probably another platoon dug in over there. With all this info, we slithered away from the mortar pit.
We got away safely and had a listening stop before starting our return leg. Just before we started off, we heard a tank engine start up from a treeline about 2 kms to the north. We had lots of darkness left so decided to take a look at this also. We soon were in a position about 200 metres from the treeline. We stayed there as long as we could. From the noises we heard, the quick glimpes of light, and the sentry changed we seen, we concluded that this was probably a tank hide. We turned back toward our position and crept away. When we got back we quietly discussed what we seen with the other 2, to ensure we all knew.
The day was uneventful except for the sounds of helicopters back towards our lines. I decided we had got all the info we could from here, and would return to the bridge area that night. We were about a km away from the river, close to our original position after being stranded, when we heard a helicopter coming our way from the direction of our lines. We had 1 IR glowstick with us, and we attached that to a piece of cord and twirled it around over head. Once it came towards us, we flashed it the night recognition signal. We figured that with this signal, and hopefully the fact that the pilot may know there are 4 friendlies in this area, we would be picked up. The chopper hovered some distance away, probably reporting this in. Shortly he came towards us and settled down next to us. We scurried aboard and soon were back at our lines briefing our OC.
Afterwards I bumped into the US mentor I had seen the night the bridge was shelled. Since I knew that he was at the rear of his troops, I had thought he didn't make it. He told me that by the time he had heard the first shell coming in, he had started sprinting to the front of the army troops and was actually the first one across. He went on to say that there were 5 that didn't make it across.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
British Soldiers Reportedly Captured by Libyan Rebels During Secret Mission
Up to eight British soldiers are being held by rebel forces in Libya after a secret mission to put British diplomats in touch with opponents of Libyan leader Muammar al-Qaddafi, according to the London Times.
The soldiers were captured Saturday as they escorted a junior diplomat through rebel-held territory in eastern Libya, according to the paper.
FOX news at its best. The title gives the impression that something evil is happening to UK troops. But they got their mission accomplished; get the diplomat to rebel forces leadership. Are the Troops really being held? Or just hanging around protecting the diplomat?
This whole middle eastern "crisis" is confusing to me. Especially when the war mongering John McLain publically states that the US should arm the rebels. Let's look at things clearly: the US supported every "dictator/tyrant" in the region, as long as it suited them, supported by most western countries including Canada.
We have McLean's headlines of "A Madman's Last Stand". In 2004 Prime Minister Paul Martin declared him to be a "philisophical man with a sense of history". Of course he was in Libya to land a billion dollar deal for the Montreal firm SNC-Lavalin. Of course it was well known that Gadafi was "malicious, cruel and most certainly insane. Especially towards his own people, but who in the west really cared when there was money to be made?
There are reports of massacres and such happening in govt held areas. No solid evidence mind you, just supposed witness statements that such treachery was going on. And of course massive tweets and Fb posts.
This whole middle east uprising stinks of western backing. Where did these Libyan rebels get the arms to fight the Libyan Army? And, more importantly the ammo? Every time I see some dude firing into the air in celebration I want to shout "For fuck sakes, save your ammo for shooting towards the enemy"!
We all know that folks can lie and convientently spread falsehoods. Could this be an attempt by the US to grab more money out of the middle east? Surely they are up to their ass-necks in debt and going down rapidly, and don't seem to care. You can't blame Obama or any other president, they are just puppets of the american money men. When a nation decides to go to war because it makes good economic sense, then that country has a morality problem.
And Mexicans are dying to get into the US? Yes, because they make more money here and get under the social umbrella of the democratic liberals. That, or they set up drug posts that are supplied by their relatives who stay in Mexico. I heard on the news that in the last 5 years, 34,000 folks have been killed in Mehico due to the drug trade.
Is our border any better? It's a free drug trade area - grass going south and hard drugs moving north.
Anyhow, keep an open mind in regard to the middle east. The spin doctors are really increasing the RPM's for this one.
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