Bosnia: The Great Betrayal

Endgame: The Betrayal and Fall of Srebrenica, Europe’s Worst Massacre Since World War II

by David Rohde
Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 440 pp., $24.00

Blood and Vengeance: One Family’s Story of the War in Bosnia

by Chuck Sudetic
Norton

The Reluctant Superpower: United States’ Policy in Bosnia, 1991-95

by Wayne Bert
St. Martin’s, 296 pp., $35.00

Srebrenica: Record of a War Crime

by Jan Willem Honig, by Norbert Both
Penguin Books, 204 pp., $11.95 (paper)

Logavina Street: Life and Death in a Sarajevo Neighborhood

by Barbara Demick
Andrews and McMeel, 182 pp., $19.95

The Serbs: History, Myth and the Destruction of Yugoslavia

by Tim Judah
Yale University Press, 350 pp., $30.00

Plunging forward into pitch-black night, their faces lashed by unseen branches, Srebrenica’s fleeing Muslims stumbled forward one against another. Fearing that the fifteen thousand men would disperse and scatter in the darkness, their commanders had linked many together with white string, one man’s belt loop to the belt loop of the next, and then the next, until they formed an endless column snaking for mile after mile over eastern Bosnia’s darkened mountains and through her wooded, mist-shrouded valleys. Fleeing fallen Srebrenica—which Serb soldiers had at last overwhelmed the day before, on July 11, 1995, after the enclave, its houses and buildings windowless and burned and pocked with shell-holes, its cratered streets teeming with homeless refugees, had endured more than three years of misery, the last two as a United Nations-protected “safe area”—these Muslims shuffled blindly up and over Bosnia’s black hills.

For though they had fled the fallen city, leaving their wives and daughters and fathers to the mercy of Serb conquerors—who even now were drunkenly celebrating their triumph, surveying the twenty-five thousand refugees huddled around the Dutch United Nations base at Potocari, picking out young women and raping them, singling out old men and boys and executing them

However much they might have wanted, in their hunger and exhaustion, to believe these sweet words, however much they might have wanted to trust the Serbs to send them peacefully back to government-controlled land, the Muslims knew, as Bosnian Prime Minister Hasan Muratovic later put it, “what Serbs did before.”

Wherever they captured people, they either detained or killed all males from 18 to 55 [years old]. It has never happened that the men of that age arrived across the front-line.

Srebrenica’s men understood as well that they were “special cases,” that years of massacre and retribution meant that they could expect no quarter after the countless raids their fearless commander Naser Oric had led against nearby Serb villages, raids in which Srebrenica’s famished refugees would storm Serb lines, picking houses clean of food before setting them afire. And so Srebrenica’s fifteen thousand ignored the Serbs’ siren song and set out in their long column, with fewer …

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