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that none of them appeared to have seen field duty.
None of them bore scars, none of them had the thou-
sand-yard stare that marked a veteran of fighting as




savage as the Bosnian campaigns had been, and their
boots had all been brand-new. In a struggling nation
that could barely equip its own forces, why had al-
most four hundred pairs of new combat boots left
Bosnia on the feet of these young men? And that
was to say nothing of the uniforms, field belts and
other essential gear they had worn. The war was
over, yes, but the Muslim Bosnians' resolve to build
up their army had been greater than ever, and they
needed every scrap of military equipment they could
lay their hands on.
When these men boarded the jets and flew away,
the Western media observers considered the problem
of the Iranian volunteers in Bosnia to be over. Now
they could concentrate on other, more-important mat-
ters like the persistent rumors of sexual impropriety
in some of the villages in the American zone of con-
trol. It was being said that young American GIs were
trading cigarettes and videos to the local women for
sex and alcohol. If these stories were true, they were
scandalous and needed to be investigated immedi-
ately.
Several days later, older men who were undeniably
veterans of the fighting started to disappear from
Bosnian army units in twos and threes. Considering
the desertion rate in all of the Bosnian forces, how-
ever, this wasn't seen as being unusual. Anyone fol-
lowing these men, however, would have wondered
why all of them made their way to Asdik's fortress
in the mountains.

But no one from the media followed them.
"It is time to talk to the prisoners again," Asdik
said. "The Bosnian Agency for Investigation wants
a report on them immediately."
Asdik was forced to share his command with the
Iranian, and that included sharing whatever infor-
mation he obtained from the two Americans in the
basement cells of his castle.

1VIAJOR JOHN HAMMER HUNG from ropes holding his
arms above his head in his stone cell. "John T. Ham-
mer," he repeated for the tenth time since he had