Through the eyes of a PARTISAN SOLDIER in Yugoslavia

I was born into a large, humble and hardworking family. The onset of the Second World War broke the family up and we had to obey the voice of the dominating occupator; I was pulled away from home and had to go to the other end of Europe, to serve in the German forces, even though my heart was at home in Slovenia, and with the partisans. I, like many, observed and searched for any way to desert the German army and return home, to Slovenia. Even though it was a risky and treacherous move to make, I succeeded. It was a huge step to make too; from one of the largest and most dominating forces in the World at that time, and into a solitary, independent army, which had to stand on the strength of its own feet to sustain its self, for there was no government behind it, to hold it up. To keep moving was a strategy of survival, with armies and opposing forces constantly breathing down our necks, from all sides. This made for many breathtaking adventures. Even though we were a solitary army, we were entrusted with a number of tasks and missions such as "The flight of the Crow", and with our presence and achievements, stamped our place into the history of the nation and the World.