The War in August, 2008. Three years later.

Sun, 07/08/2011 - 18:20
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LET THEM ALL BURN IN HELL!

On the 1st of August the Georgians, as usual, shelled the city. That evening seven people were
killed and four wounded in the blasts. These were the first steps to war, the rst challenge thrown out
against the Ossetians, or, more properly, this was a stage of the challenge that has lasted since I was
born, from 1992.

People all over felt edgy, as though they understood as a new wave of massacres and genocide was
coming. Some have chosen to be evacuated; some decided to stay, saying that during the Olympic
Games in Beijing the wars don’t start.
I spent the 6th of August in the countryside, and on the 7th we were planning to go back home to
the city, to Tskhinval. At midnight the Georgians started to shell us. In the beginning we thought that
it was a common interchange of shots, but pretty soon we realized the Georgians were bombarding us.
Everyone around has had a t of hysterics. I tried as much as I could to calm down and not to think of
what could happen to my parents, grandmother, and friends – for all of them were in Tskhinval. We
fell asleep at 4 o’clock in the morning and got up at 6.40. We packed up quickly and ran to the road
and we saw other people running from their villages that have been set on re. They were running
away, leaving back their houses, farmsteads and livestock. There were kids, women and old men
running. All men were remaining to ght.
We were picked up by a bus that carried away the citizens of Prienu village. All the passengers
were panicky. Everyone around was weeping. My heart was grief-stricken as I was watching the
helpless, defenseless, suffering, fainting people.
We were going by the Zarskaya road. The road was full of checkpoints all along our way. We saw
military weaponry moving. Giving the road to a tank our bus was close to go off-road. At that very
moment we saw the Georgian airplane.
We all broke out of the bus. The panic was overwhelming. Then we made some part of our way on
foot. We saw the 17-years-old guys with machine-guns, I even cannot imagine where they took them
from; those lads were running to defend their Motherland. I saw the people hiding under the trees,
trying to save themselves from the Georgian airplanes; I saw the wounded carried away... If I could
only have in front of me a Georgian who fought in this attack, I would ask him: “how could you dare
look in the eyes of your mother, wife, and kids?” And then I would tear his eyes out...
FASCISTS!!!
Our relatives caught up with us and told us the shocking news – half of the city was already invaded
and it was better not to go there. We headed for Java, because from there the evacuation to Russia has
been organized. And then we saw the Georgian plane again. It stopped me dead in my tracks with one
thought pulsing: is it the end...? I know that on the 8th of August no one could move further Tbeti,
because when the Georgians met Ossetians running away they shot them in sight and burnt them right
in their cars. Did they have any right to decide the fate of the helpless people? These monsters have
so little respect for humanity that they started the war against South Ossetia on the opening day of the
Olympic Games. I hate Georgians. And let them burn in hell together with their president that went
nuts! And let Tskhinval ourish and enjoy life!

Kasabieva Kristina
School No3, 10 “А” grade

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