Ismaili: No wool for Nasim Haradinaj, no day, no radio connections to use in Kostunica

Ismaili has indicated that Nasim Haradinaj had known during the war in Kostunica, remembering a moment when the same screech had known to use the radio.

Ismaili also spoke of MP Milaim Zekana, who he said was benefiting in wartime by selling exclusive KLA battle shoots.

Read his full reaction:

I'm on TV, Nasim Haradinaj and Milaim Zeka for the Battle of Kosare. The first thing I know is who it is when I saw it in 1999, and it was short during the battle, and this second one, I have markets even earlier, has made my euro worth like “gazer” by selling exclusive shoots of the battle, and blocking journalists and losing themselves on report.

Nazim said that we were filled and empty with batteries in the Hive. I've never even waited for a man of his intellectual level with days of technology, especially the one a little bit more sophisticated communication.

Before I did exactly trade my duties in Kostunica, which I never talked about in full time, I'm showing my only meeting with Nasim Haradinaj in Kostunica, who I didn't even know who he was, the new one from London, then 25 years old, esnaf's boy, hashret, father of a 4-year-old man who knew or saw again, but devoted myself to my duties:

I was responsible for communication equipment and radio connections. I was standing in front of the lodge in the village of Padesh, where we had <x0... the” a small room but full of technological tools, which at the same time served as the command of the brigade, where the images of Shander such as Agim Ramadan, Salih Cekaj, Rrustem Berisha and Anton Quni are also asleep. These two are today good friends, brothers, and MP colleagues, though at different parties.

There in the courtyard I saw Nazim grasp the yellow radio for the antenna, and she stuck a little bit like a capadai, and you got a duer. We had about 20 pieces of yellow radio, Grundig, codenamed on our laptop, that I couldn't get to the enemy's wiretapping. They held only the commanders, and someone gave it to Nazim. On occasion, the commanders gave their radio connections to the soldiers to trust, and I thought it was a military approach too. Not that I was upset if I knew he was a commander, since I had done the same thing when I saw him mishandling the tires. I also reacted.

I: “Cry the equipment in your hand, it's called a radio connection. Cry the part where you catch it and move it, it's called the antenna. It's a radio-syllian service. This black part down here, it's called the battery. It also serves to keep the radio in hand. That way you can grab it, and don't go mess with our equipment, which we save like front eyes. ”

The guy stopped, he looked at me one time crookedly, grabbed the battery radio, went on.

After about half an hour, someone came here to laugh, doing it to me: ”

Me: “Who O Nazim Haradinaj?” He started out with a great deal of evidence that he's a commander who's come to the Kostore to see us, of course, of course, of the market for medmek talk, how important the “ ” is.

I'm like: My equipment would ruin them for antenna, and God would have dogs. ”

That's all about Nasim Haradinaj's recognition of technology. Don't worry about who Nasim Haradinaj is.

Well, did I hate it since then, or not, I still eat my hair, that I remember seeing him again during the war. I just know that I've never had my radio link to the antenna since then.

Now, for my duties during the Mayan Battle:

Gani BeguI happen to meet my commander in the village of Babina near Bajram Currie, early April 1999. He came from London too, and we met from there. We were about six months away, and we had no idea we were going to war.

It was my second day there, at an improvised school, to turn into a mini barracks in which soldiers were trained two weeks before going to the front. I shot 3 or 4 bullets in my life that day, shooting them, and I'm going to be able to can with 10 rifles, as part of the Light Artillery Unit with 80 meters of mine.

I was happy to see Ghana, and he was even happier because the barracks commander, Musa Dragaj, had told him to find soldiers to create the liaison department, and there were soldiers who could find out about it. I told him that I didn't even radio-connect, but he insisted he knows more about technology than anyone else there, and I learned it quickly.

At Musa's order, the liaison department with Mue and Ghani was established, this liaison with school from the military academy in Sarajevo and many years of service at the Slatina airport, which was ordered to leave for the front immediately the next day, since the battle in Kostunica had just begun with days, and who knew what happened. Even journalists were not allowed to proceed beyond Babina.

The road to the village of Papaj, which was the beginning of the war zone at the border belt, was easy to the Red Land in a car, but after that, we had to keep going, since that part was promoted inside the territory of Albania by Serb forces. The rest we've done in the leg, which for an esnaf like me, with 140 kilos of body and 40 kilos of canisters on our arm, and a bag of stage and Kodak digital device, 700 pounds on the market, a road like that upstate, has been a horror.

In papaya, the hat won't get too well in two minutes, it's coming out. Anton QuinnBefore which we had no idea who he was, tall, uniformed, and a view of a brilliant soldier, but with a face he shot at us, and his eyes opened to dwell in the thought that he was some ruthless beast, which is now the big joke with this story. This guy orders us to keep going, and we didn't even have the slightest connection.

The dark spot, on a snowy terrain, struck us on the road to Padesh, a village on the wheel of a nonflowed jar, where we understood that a small two - story stone house with low doors that were sons of me to my chest was the commander of the Basca Battle.

That night we met with the commanders of the Brigade in a small room, candlelighting, and the flame of the dagger, and the window covered with blankets, don't see the enemy. I remember Rrustem Berisha and Sali Cekaj. It was the day the former Agim Ramadan killed, and Ganiu and I had the idea. Nor did other soldiers, from whom the news was kept, have the idea, not to lower their morale. The limit had been broken just a few days earlier with only 150 people, it was chaos, it was a very sensitive time, and a very serious danger, with all that commitment.

We were assigned a small room even a very short time to install the equipment, the liaison plants, and all the tools that had not been used. Communication was chaotic, with small radio connections, and the front line extended until it grew so far that they could not hear from one another often because the waves did not reach.

I don't know how or exactly what we did. With a small aggressor used to load some batteries, in five days we turned our room into a hi-tech environment full of equipment. It was easy to communicate at great distances. Our battles, every action and every action, were heard in our room. I remember when he put up a five-day-long battle cell in the room, he looked at us with amazement and said “What are you, man?

By the end of the war, over 150 radio connections of some 1500 soldiers were made. The Grundig yellows, which were somewhere around 20, and were not found to be coded, were used by the principal commanders, where they were more freely spoken of. Others, black, were used by chain command and key soldiers for communication that did not compensate for the battle. Our job was to listen carefully, to make sure that if two people weren't heard, they served as a communications bridge, and were assured that none of the 150 radio connections were left without batteries, on a huge mountain without power.

We had a small motorola of a murdered Serbian commander (who I keep a souvenir), which served as a short hearinger, since the signal was not far away. We were getting information out of here. Burim Berisha An enthusiastic soldier, a very young electrolytic student, who offered to help us with broken radio reparues, also told us about the Serbian communications plant in the Hikora Car, which they had thrown into the basement and they wanted to be sore. The next day, with an empty donkey, you bring us the plant and it became part of our team.

From the moment we heard the Serbian forces speaking, with the radius about 15km, which the battlefield seemed to be holding in our hands, I took over surveillance of Serbian forces, since I knew the language of the enemy well. It took me a week to identify where the Sava was, Papagaji, Strua, Rzawavol, and so many others, coordinating with what our soldiers were communicating. Now we knew that every time a Serbian commander took action, he warned us of our platoon facing them. From that day on, we've never been made ready.

It didn't last long, I taught all our observers, their nicknames and voices. I taught him the coordinates they gave to their artillery, and you shot our positions. I had a minute to warn our soldiers to get away from that position. I don't remember one of our only victims from Serbian missiles when I warned them. My primary task, all of a sudden, was done with our soldiers, and I have done it with the greatest devotion.

It's often that I've discovered information that has revealed Serbian positions. A Serbian observer, who has been very unjust, and we don't know where he is, has gone for a word of his mouth. When a blind shell fell near, I heard he said “Uh, you're my line. (That fell close). On that day his bag was brought to me as a gift after it was removed. Along with Struina (their doctor) and Pryce and Crni Leptiri), we had them blown into the air at half a night from a little information I could hear. There's been enough of this.

The most beautiful was when Ali KrasniqiMy good friend Lila, stuck them with 160 mm, and they were screaming on radio “NATO nas polkapa as svih strana!” ( NATO is blocking us from all sides.

Twice I've been in danger of life -- the first time by a sniper, who was deep into our positions and brought the house to Padesh. While I was smoking, he used to make famous snipers. Mike SpathI thought I got a fly in my ear, he heard a bullet hit the back wall and reacted. I wasn't alive today without him.

Days later, after Mike had a military raid, I returned him warning him of an artillery attack. He's got four little pieces of scrap in his hand.

The second time I almost missed a round in the backyard, which was the target of the Serbian army artillery, which was the day of the war river, until they hit him on the last day of the war, and killed my good friend, Haziz Toline.

My duties were so sensitive that I have a live report to Anton Quinn of Rrustem Berisha, or when the danger was immediate, directly to commanders or other soldiers. Very few people have had access to our liaison and surveillance office, which became known for the entire KLA, since we were the first to contact other groups within Kosovo's territory. The scene I took from London, and that digital device, along with the laptop that arrived later, has served to prepare maps for NATO's co-ordinated attacks, especially in the last three weeks of the war.

If the fact that for two months and over 250 soldiers have been lost in Kostare Battle has lost 117 lives, compared with the Battle of Pashrik, in which for two weeks they've lost over 250 soldiers, not to assume that the Kostare Liaison Department has not had a key role in this battle, which Serbs have made documentary films out of horror, then I am officially declaring myself a simple soldier with only 4 bullets fired in Kostare, and it has filled the batteries.

There are also aces like the Nazi couple who don't get more brains. His fight, and his fight, is also loose with my veteran's certificate, for thanks to him, we are humiliated by this part of the contribution of the true soldiers.

But you never regret it.