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Postcard from the Grave

from on August 20, 2013
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The following article was written by Mr. Emir Suljagic, writer, survivor of a Srebrenica Genocide, July 11, 1995 in Eastern Bosnia, depicting the role of Radio-Amateurs during aggression over Bosnia. Unfortunately, today, 18 years after, those ham's are being forgotten by all of the ruling authorities in Bosnia, local and International! I am posting this article to pay homage to all the ham's fallen during aggression over Bosnia, and make you to think twice before contacting call from so called "republika srpska' e720srrs, depicting its 20th year in existence! Here is the latest about how this so-called call has emerged:

"Radovan Karadžiæ genocide charge reinstated by UN judges, charge linked to campaign of killing and mistreating non-Serbs at start of Bosnian war in 1992"...

73, Joe, AB9H

Postcard From The Grave
By: Emir Suljagic
Memories of Sead and Senad

Them two were, at least in my eyes, the soul of the city when it was sentenced to pitilessness, and when everything around us was in deadly silence. Sead and Senad Dautbasic were, as I thought, we all should have been. Serious, and strict to others, but even more strict to themselves. They were the greatest fanatics among radio amateurs that I had ever met. I saw them everyday for more than two years and it continued to amuse me how people confused one with the other. Of course only after I could tell them apart.

They were those rare type of people that war couldn’t ruin. Their honesty was frightening, sense for duties rare, as the way they completed their job. More than once I watched as they almost with disgust -- during a time when every crumb of food was precious -- refused gifts from the villagers in exchange for speaking with their families. Both quiet, I had a feeling that they could only confess to each other; we, the others, were strangers, and they were mysterious to me as they were the first time I met them.

The next two years I watched them making plans, wish they had this and that -- to me this was all the same strange -- so that in the summer of 1994 they could keenly begin to work. I don’t know how it was possible to do that, but day after day they stretched the wire from hilltop to hilltop above the narrow Srebrenica valley, rise some strange metal poles on the roof of the post office, and at the end, again they were disappointed, because the signal, or whatever, wasn’t as “strong” as they wished. But that antenna was, for sure, the biggest one in the country at the moment.

Thanks only to them, during all those years I was able to speak to the rest of my family; and I wasn’t the only one. Sead and Senad never looked for a reward. Patiently they waited, when it was available, the end of the month and their “pay”: a few kilograms of flour and something of some orange powder, for which, until it was mixed in water it wasn’t clear that it was juice. All that time they were in the same faded pants, and shoes they got from the Humanitarian Aid. They never drank coffee or smoked, but every pack of coffee they ever got from me or Mr. Nuhanovic they took to Nasir Sulejmanovic, our electrician, whom for close friends would say, that “together with a soldering iron he weighed 10 kilograms”.

Sometime after the “fiasco” with the antenna, someone discovered in one of the storage rooms a whole pile of Energoinvest’s computers type Iris 8.1, which was some ancient version of Tetris. We all franticly had played the game in which yellowish figures spun around, too fast for the naked eye to keep up with, on a black background. Twins, but we all saw them as one, soon became the undefeated champions of this strange sport, a sport which took us to some type of normality.

When the Serbs attacked Srebrenica for the last time, they moved the station from room to room, trying to move away from the shelling. The last time I saw them they were in a small room up under the stairwell, where with great hardship they managed to turn the radio on. Nihad Catic, the only reporter left, read his last report from Srebrenica. Sead and Senad were sitting next to him. I am sure that, one or the other, as always, after Nihad had finished his report, reached for some button on the radio, and said: “E, dobro!” (O.K.), looked at each other, satisfied that they had successfully finished the report. For the last time.

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Postcard from the Grave  
by N6AJR on August 20, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
One never knows what life has in store for us. So remember that today is the only day you have, live life to the fullest, and remember that one's personal honor is everything. You can live amoung others who may think you are honorable , but only you know deep inside if it's true.

God bless the souls who tried to do the best for their fellow men, even in times of severe strife. Good job, well done.

Postcard from the Grave  
by VE3WBE on August 20, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
Thanks for the well done article on something I knew very little about. The grace of some people under tremendous pressure is amazing and humbling in the same instant.
Postcard from the Grave  
by NU1O on August 24, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
Thanks for the wonderful article!
RE: Postcard from the Grave  
by K9MHZ on August 24, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
I remember flying over that country during the war and couldn't help wondering how so much evil could be going on in such a beautiful country below.

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by NA6Z on August 25, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
Too bad the quoted letter was introduced the way it was. Atrocities were committed by all sides in the Balkan War, and all sides suffered. In the spirit of Amateur Radio, please drop the political rhetoric. I pray for the souls of ALL who fell. Memory Eternal.
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by YL2TF on August 25, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
I'm sensing urge to massage public opinion in desperate preparation for yet another invasion. Stop playing political games on the graves. Memories of overflight from some one with FCC issued call-sign doesn't leave too much for imagination as for what reason those flights were for.
RE: Postcard from the Grave  
by K9MHZ on August 26, 2013 Mail this to a friend! How bizarre.

RE: Postcard from the Grave  
by K9MHZ on August 26, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
Another wow....not showing any "YL2TF" on QRZ or eHam.

RE: Postcard from the Grave  
by KA2FIR on August 29, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
NA6Z - Hear, hear.
Postcard from the Grave  
by WA4HBK on August 29, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
I can't say I ever received a postcard from the grave but I have received a QSL card from there. I was operating as KG4HC in summer of 1978 and worked WB6MID/8R6. Logged him and went on making contacts. In late November I received a QSL card from him. It was mailed in early November and arrived 10 days or so after the massacre in Jonestown. The operator was one of the security force there and wasn't listed as a survivor. Apparently in the investigation of the incident they found his logs and I received a polite inquiry as to the nature of my contact, which for me luckily was a 5/9, 5/9 thanks for QSO type.
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by KJ6ZOL on August 30, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
WA4HBK, next time you're digging around in your card binders, could you look up that old QSL and see if he noted what their setup was? I've always been curious to know what rig and antenna Jonestown had, and especially how they powered it, since solar panels weren't widely available in 1978. I've found photos of the tower where they kept their ham radio equipment, but none of the rigs. Wikipedia notes that Jim Jones had several modern conveniences in his hut, including a refrigerator (he was addicted to a type of amphetamine that needed to be kept chilled, according to Jim Jr.) and I've always wondered how they managed to power them.
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by WA4HBK on August 30, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
Card lists a Yaesu FT101EE and a Mosley CL-36 as equipment, no mention of power source.
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by KJ6ZOL on August 30, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
That would have been pretty much state of the art for 1978. The only thing better would have been a Kenwood hybrid. At least Jim didn't skimp on radio, probably because it was the only way Jonestown had of communicating with the outside world. They used radio to communicate with the handful of people they'd left behind in SF, bringing a reprimand from the FCC and allowing the SF newspapers to listen in on cult business.

I've always wondered, if civil war ever came back to the US, what the role of amateurs would be. Would they be subject to DFing and forcible shutdown by enemies? Would they be able to operate at all, especially if it was the feds against the militias? Let's hope we never have to find out.
RE: Postcard from the Grave  
by YL2TF on September 2, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
Time to upgrade, don't you think? BTW I tried, but failed to find anywhere delegation of licensing authority to qrz or eham. Snobbery, I think, would be the proper term.
RE: Postcard from the Grave  
by K9MHZ on September 5, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
Huh? Any black helicopters headed your way over there in Latvia?

Good grief, how weird.
RE: Postcard from the Grave  
by YL2TF on September 12, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
RE: Postcard from the Grave  
by K9MHZ on September 15, 2013 Mail this to a friend!, you are one odd duck.

RE: Postcard from the Grave  
by YL2TF on September 16, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
Absolutely…I surely do profusely apologize, for expecting rational discussion from someone with “target-lock-fire” mindset. No expectations – no disappointments. It was very predictable, K.Sagan ( I hope you familiar with the name, at least) said long time ago:-“ …Many good examples can be found in religion and politics, because their practitioners are so often obliged to justify two contradictory propositions. Among these fallacies are:
• Ad hominem - Latin for 'to the man', attacking the arguer and not the argument …”
Thus if you do not have trigger readily available to prove your point, please oblige by the rules of civil discussion, without succumbing to usual practice of falsification and, or defamation. Democracy is dictatorship of majority, with vengeance – bear that in mind… and it is very sad if you incapable to sense sublime humor in the foregoing statements.
RE: Postcard from the Grave  
by K9MHZ on September 17, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
Yeah, the hits just keep coming from TF. Joe Walsh titled an album after people like you...."You Can't Argue With a Sick Mind."
RE: Postcard from the Grave  
by YL2TF on September 17, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
Sure... shouldn't expect too much from absolved murderer, should i?
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by AB9H on October 1, 2013 Mail this to a friend!
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