War And Dogs

...That day, somewhere in April of 1999, Jovan has visited his grandfather, during daytime, when some strange noise can be heard. They were both on the gate, as shelling from the local army unrest the birds and neighbor’s dog. Lassie, as they always have the Scottish sheepdog, even today, although it never goes out, finds himself or herself in the street. It was very afraid, but couldn’t find its way back home. Jovan noticed that the animal is in a stress so he told his grandpa:

“Move away, let the dog in. It doesn’t know where it is.” However old veteran, that fought the Nazis, didn’t mind the dog ignored his grandson, moaning about the bridge.

“Their aim is the bridge. I have watched the construction. It was the finest one in Europe at that time”, he replied, nearly crying.

Jovan slowly pushed his leg, with his own, allowing just a little space for dog to enter our yard. Nervous, frightened and abused animal hid under the car, as Jovan is following its movement. Sheer fear and horror can be detected in its eyes. When it was on the ground it used his forearms to cover its eyes. Like the awful planes would vanish if you couldn’t see them. The planers of war never take in account suffering of children and poor animals who can’t grasp any of it with their tiny but pure brains.

Finally, mine master couldn’t do anything more for poor creature, and he turned his attention to the bridge. Copying some neighbor, climbed up the dam, not very smart decision, to witness from the first hand the destruction of one’s pride and joy of entire city in a single moment. It takes many people and hours to build something and only single idiot to destroy it...