Submitted by antarchi on August 14, 2008 - 09:38.
An Ossetian who was in South Ossetia during the Georgian assault tells her story.
By Larisa Sotieva in Vladikavkaz
High in the sky I saw five steel-coloured planes. As I was studying them, they formed a line like geese and plunged towards the ground. From their bellies they dropped bombs like eggs. Their insane whistle shook the mountain gorge and the ground shook like an earthquake. Having dropped their eggs, the planes flew on in the direction of Tskhinvali.
It was the morning of August 8 and I was next to the road to the northern village of Java in South Ossetia, having spent most of the night in the forest sheltering from bombardment by the Georgian army.
The night before had been the culmination of all our worst nightmares for many years.