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War chronicle. Plain Fascism08.08.2011 | 13:49
War. Its essence never changes. No matter what beautiful words aggressors would use to disguise their violence, war is always the same: blood, corpses of the dead, terror of the living. There is nothing more terrible than shells falling onto a sleeping town. Ruined, burned out houses, the dead and the injured, tears and pain - all this is the price paid for Mikheil Saakashvili's speeches promising he would never attack South Ossetia and breaking his word a few hours afterwards.
Nearly 12 am Moscow time: Tskhinval, calm and sleepy, turns into hell within a few minutes under heavy shelling of Grad units, howitzers and large caliber trench mortars from Nikozi and Ergneti, two Georgian localities.
Half an hour after the start of the shelling the head of Georgian "peacekeepers" Mamuka Kurashvili suggests that the Russian side keep away from the situation and calmly accept "restoration of the constitutional order in South Ossetia" by the Georgian army.
At about 2 am South Ossetian troops go into battle against Georgian soldiers.
By 4 am the Georgian infantry units join in the assault on Tskhinval. Three hours later, around 7 am, the capital of South Ossetia is under heavy bombardment and Tbilisi hurriedly states that Georgian soldiers keep the situation in Tskhinval in total control.
At nearly 9 am Georgian troops start shooting in the direction of Russian peacekeeping posts. At 9.30 am a media center opens in Gori to report on the starting war.
11 am. Tskhinval is in the middle of street fighting with soldiers scuffling on the streets of the capital. Georgian troops bring to ruin the republican hospital and a gas pipe line, the university of Tskhinval is on fire. First losses among Russian peacekeepers put under mortal fire.
2 pm. The situation is critical. Tskhinval has only one unit of interior troops defending the capital from the Georgian aggressors.
3 pm. Mass media report on a column of Russian troops heading for Tskhinval. South Ossetian soldiers unlock Zar route connecting South Ossetia and the Russian Federation. Georgian units start their retreat.
An hour later the capital of South Ossetia sees the entry of the Russian armored forces.
The situation in the streets of the city calms down. Yet, the Georgian army continues shooting at positions of Russian peacekeepers from tanks. Doctors fail to take the injured out of the fire because of the Georgians blocking the way.
Residents of South Ossetia, witnesses of the events, recall the first day of the treacherous war.
Vazha Dzagoev: massive shelling started at about 23.30. I used to serve in missile troops so I could distinguish several types of weapons the city and adjacent districts were bombed from. The shelling was ceaseless. I and my family were in the basement - that saved our lives, actually. During one of the series of shooting, at nearly 8.30 on August 8, a heavy shell fell right on top of my house. The roof collapsed under the explosion, the floor on the second floor went down. After that, within 3 of 5 minutes, a carcass hit our house and it blazed up immediately like a matchbox. Shells collapsed around the house and in the orchard. It is very hard to describe what I saw then - one must see it for oneself. Then it will be clear how treacherous the Georgian government led by Saakashvili was. Comparing historical data with the events of August 2008, one can definitely say that it was explicit genocide of the South Ossetian nation by Georgia that had been trying to eradicate Ossetians completely for years.
Plieva Anfisa Anatolyevna, born in 1955, resident of Tskhinval: I haven't recovered myself from terrifying explosions of August 2008 yet. Words are not enough to describe that. How can I tell about these feelings when I was sure I would die, that we would not be saved?..
On the night of August 8 I was home with my daughter and my mother-in-law. My son was at watch. We jumped off our beds at midnight hearing an explosion and ran down to the cellar. A shelter was only the name of it. Out of windows we could see Georgian tanks coming closer. They bombed everything around them without mercy, they yelled like madmen and scolded in disgusting words. It is scary to repeat what they were saying. It was unbearable.
I was worried about my son. I didn't know where he was. Seeing the behavior of bloody-minded Georgian soldiers I thought I would never see him alive. For them it was a game to kill us.
We saw Georgian aircrafts flying over us and it seemed it was Russian soldiers finally coming to help. They were our only hope.
I can't forget the heroism of our men that saved our country on the first day of the war. Thanks god, the Russian army came.
Almost three years have passed, but I remember every detail, every shudder of my relatives at the time of explosions, every rustle, fear, the scent of death.
It must not be forgotten. We must remember that to treasure what we have.