INSPIRING SUNDAY STORY

Enemies in War, Inseparable in Peace

First story in the series. A story about chance, courage and creation

This account was started out of need to write about problems that need solving, things people don’t usually write about, or to give an unpopular opinion where I feel it’s needed. It’s half therapeutic and half me trying to spread a world view I find worth spreading (who would have thought!).

But then I went through an eye opening experience with Tony Robbins. One of the things I realized was that the world needs inspiring stories as well. We need to see great examples of what is possible. There is no better way to facilitate a mindset shift than through the power of real life examples. I don’t know about you but, when I see somebody accomplishing something, I automatically think about it — if she/he can do it, why not me?

I will make sure to publish one story per week, via the “Inspiring Sunday Stories” column, where I will share true, inspiring stories.
So without further ado, let’s dive right in!

This is an amazing story of two soldiers, a Bosnian Serb on one side and a Bosnian Muslim on the other. They faced each other in hilly area of Skelani in Bosnia, the scene of heavy close combat fighting at the time.

When I looked down from the hill I could see the Serbs took position 150–200 meters away. There was a little path going through the pine forest, there was a power line on the left side…I was walking slowly, of course being very careful. Suddenly, I see maybe 2,3 or 5 meters away a man standing up and turning towards me. Considering I already had a bullet in the chamber and full mag, I fired one short burst, then the second burst. He fell on his back. I passed by him, I think his rifle was on his left side. I thought, since the enemy already reached a critical point, I will go deal with that and come back get the rifle afterwards…lack of weapons was a problem for us.
I came back, and there was no man or his rifle! — Daut (the Bosnian soldier)

I was already in position, crouched and with my rifle on the shoulder, looking down my aim at the man running across the field pretty far from me, 250–300 meters away. I turn around and…