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Today marks the 13th anniversary of the Srebrenica massacre, the first case of genocide in Europe since World War II.

The Americans honor those who were killed on 9/11/2001. My country honors the deaths of those whose lives were brutally taken on 7/11/1995.

It is estimated that over 8000 men and boys were slaughtered in the massacre while trying to escape the supposedly safe haven protected by UN Dutch forces. They spent three days on foot, trying to cross the mountains and find safety in the town of Tuzla. Most of them never made it. They were hunted down like animals, and the men, boys and the elderly were separated from the women, loaded up on buses, and executed. 

Every year, the families of the victims recreate the March of Death.  This year, another 308 victims were buried, aged 15 to 84 years old. 

The Srebrenica Genocide Blog has a more complete article about the massacre and this year's anniversary.

It makes me so damn angry to see more massacres in this world committed even after the world leaders cried over the pictures of mutilated bodies, and swore "Never again!" I don't even know how many times.  It turned out that "Never again!" doesn't carry any weight in poor places of the world, like Rwanda and Darfur. 

I really hope to God that something like this does not happen ever again.