After the fall of Srebrenica, a stream of refugees fled on foot in the direction of the Dutch headquarters in Potocari. The Dutchbat troops were ordered to walk amongst them in the hope of preventing the Bosnian Serb military from exploiting the situation. Mothers thrust their babies into the arms of Dutchbat soldiers and vanished into the throng, leaving the men clutching the howling infants. They persuaded other Muslim women to take the babies. People clung to military vehicles or tried to clamber into them. The appalled soldiers had to fend off refugees from the already overladen vehicles, sometimes even with the use

of force. Exhausted people slumped lifelessly at the road-side, risking being run over. Amid

the chaos, one soldier saw an elderly woman emerge from her doorway. The next instant, a shell exploded directly in front of her house and the woman’s corpse was left dangling from her washing line. That was the situation the Dutch UB battalion had to face in July 1995. They were witness of a huge drama in modern Western history. They seen things which are fixed in their brains and eyes.

Dutch Adje
Dutch Alice
Dutch Andre
Dutch Anne
Dutch Bart
Dutch Bianca
Dutch Daniël
Dutch Boudewijn
Dutch Dave
Dutch Dennis
Dutch Derk
Dutch Diederik
Dutch Edwin
Dutch Adje
Dutch Ericw
Dutch Erik
Dutch Frankw
Dutch Gaby
Dutch Gerry
Dutch Hansdj
Dutch Henk
Dutch Henk
Dutch Henry
Dutch Edo
Dutch Jan
Dutch Jeroen
Dutch Jeroen
Dutch Johan
Dutch Mireille
Dutch Rien
Dutch Kevin
Dutch Liesbeth
Dutch Michaelb
Dutch Monique
Dutch Olaf
Dutch Pauls
Dutch Petula
Dutch Piet Hein
Dutch René
Dutch Rob
Dutch Roger
Dutch Ron
Dutch Stefan
Dutch Ton
Dutch Wilbert