Escape out of Bosnia
By Ray Drayton
“I thoroughly enjoyed this book.
It had information about those children that we didn’t know about over in this part of the world.
I am now reading the sequel “When Angels Weep” and it is proving to be another good book.”
Synopsis:
After the tragic mountaineering accident resulting in the death of his wife, Robert Munroe wanders aimlessly through a world of dark depression.
He is desperate to find the only thing he has left to find – himself.
His interest is sparked when he reads an article about an English ex army officer rescuing war orphaned children covertly out of The Balkans.
The former Yugoslavia is degenerating into the biggest holocaust since World War two. The Serbian and Bosnian warlords instigate mass murder on a scale not seen since the war in the name of Ethnic Cleansing.
Robert joins Charles Mounsey and pits his courage and mountaineering skills against a cruel enemy in a country rapidly disintegrating into a bloodbath…
The two of us desperately head for the high country, running for our lives to evade capture, or worse. We can hear the paramilitary police squad moving through trees below us but they don’t appear to be getting any closer.
I move off at a jog trot across rocks covered by snowgrass. It is time to put our fitness to the test and move the pace up another notch. I notice the valley floor is beginning to fall away indicating we are gaining height. Just above me is a small opening in the rock face, partially hidden by a solitary tree at its base. I pause to get a better look. There is obviously a cave behind the sparse branches of the tree.
“That is made to order, Flynn.” I scramble up the steep scree slope and make a lunge for the tree. “Follow me.” I haul my legs up, noticing Flynn is right behind me. I can see the cave is fairly shallow, but it will have to do. We are a little short on alternatives at the moment. It takes a moment before my eyes get accustomed to the gloomy interior.
That is precisely when I see him. A man wearing the same black uniform as his comrades below, stands against the far wall. I immediately know we have walked into a trap when he slowly lines up a machine pistol at my chest.
I can see his index finger slide inside the trigger guard…
We are driving south east along the Bulgarian border in the old bus. The border town is smaller than I anticipated. The sight of the checkpoint directly in front of us has me beginning to panic. I stop the bus and rest my head on the steering wheel. Deep down I know this time, the odds are stacked against us.
“Robert, we have to get going before the border guards get suspicious.” Gabrielle’s voice behind me sounds as scared as I feel.
I quickly fasten a piece of insulation tape on the centre of the steering wheel.
“Gabby, if I get taken out, stay down and keep my foot on the accelerator. Hold the tape at top centre, that means we will be travelling in a straight line. When we crash through the barrier arm, do not stop. Get the children on the floor right now.” I know the guards will instinctively shoot upwards and the floor will give them the best protection.
He is desperate to find the only thing he has left to find – himself.
His interest is sparked when he reads an article about an English ex army officer rescuing war orphaned children covertly out of The Balkans.
The former Yugoslavia is degenerating into the biggest holocaust since World War two. The Serbian and Bosnian warlords instigate mass murder on a scale not seen since the war in the name of Ethnic Cleansing.
Robert joins Charles Mounsey and pits his courage and mountaineering skills against a cruel enemy in a country rapidly disintegrating into a bloodbath…
The two of us desperately head for the high country, running for our lives to evade capture, or worse. We can hear the paramilitary police squad moving through trees below us but they don’t appear to be getting any closer.
I move off at a jog trot across rocks covered by snowgrass. It is time to put our fitness to the test and move the pace up another notch. I notice the valley floor is beginning to fall away indicating we are gaining height. Just above me is a small opening in the rock face, partially hidden by a solitary tree at its base. I pause to get a better look. There is obviously a cave behind the sparse branches of the tree.
“That is made to order, Flynn.” I scramble up the steep scree slope and make a lunge for the tree. “Follow me.” I haul my legs up, noticing Flynn is right behind me. I can see the cave is fairly shallow, but it will have to do. We are a little short on alternatives at the moment. It takes a moment before my eyes get accustomed to the gloomy interior.
That is precisely when I see him. A man wearing the same black uniform as his comrades below, stands against the far wall. I immediately know we have walked into a trap when he slowly lines up a machine pistol at my chest.
I can see his index finger slide inside the trigger guard…
We are driving south east along the Bulgarian border in the old bus. The border town is smaller than I anticipated. The sight of the checkpoint directly in front of us has me beginning to panic. I stop the bus and rest my head on the steering wheel. Deep down I know this time, the odds are stacked against us.
“Robert, we have to get going before the border guards get suspicious.” Gabrielle’s voice behind me sounds as scared as I feel.
I quickly fasten a piece of insulation tape on the centre of the steering wheel.
“Gabby, if I get taken out, stay down and keep my foot on the accelerator. Hold the tape at top centre, that means we will be travelling in a straight line. When we crash through the barrier arm, do not stop. Get the children on the floor right now.” I know the guards will instinctively shoot upwards and the floor will give them the best protection.