It’s in honour of the Battle of Kosovo back in 1389, when the Serbian kingdom was defeated by the Ottoman Empire. Today Milosevic still raves against the hated Muslims for the defeat at Kosovo six hundred years ago as much as he raves against the hated Croatians for siding with the Nazis just fifty years ago. Those are his twin justifications for all of this, for the siege, the war, the murder and mayhem. It’s revenge, no more, no less. If there’s a higher interest, a worthwhile cause, can that be made to justify everything? These men hang onto their higher interests like little flags they wave in the air as they head off to slaughter their enemy. But are the people they’re fighting even the enemy? Some of them are attempting to slaughter their friends, some their own families, but if they’re carrying their little flags it doesn’t seem to matter. The slaughter itself is their raison d’être, this higher interest is their excuse. It was strange to celebrate a defeat, but after endless glasses of Slivovitz, and barbecuing a whole pig over the fire, it did begin to seem sensible, natural, possibly even desirable.
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