Hi Bec. My first name is Scott, and my surname is Fraser, but everybody calls me Jock. So I'll let you use that if you wish.
Incidentally the Frasers are a great clan and come from the area around Urquhart Castle on the shores of Loch Ness in Scotland.
Cheers
Jock (Scott)

Hi jock, I don't remember where the Scotts exactly come from. something about the border? I'm a descendant of Sir Walter Scott.. if you remember where they come from..

bec

so, scott, can you tell us anything about nessie?
cathy

Hi bec, how are you.
We Scots come from the UK but we are still a proud nation, the border of Scotland and England is from Carlisle in the West to Northumberland in the East, Seperated by Hadrian's Wall built in 200AD by the Roman Emperor Hadrian to keep us from invading England all of the time.
Our most famous Scots are William Wallace (Braveheart), Robert the Bruce, Alexander Fleming (Penicillin), Alexander Graham Bell (Telephone), Robert Louis Stevenson (Writer) John Logie Baird (Television), Billy Conolly (Comedian), Bonnie Prince Charlie (Idiot).
I wear a kilt, and I'm a true Scotsman, and don't wear anything under it.
Cheers
Scott

Hi Cathy.
Scott here. Yes Nessie does exist, some people think that it is just a myth. But I've seen some thing on the loch and it was not a small animal, this bugger had a very long neck and looked like a dinosaur.
So if you ever visit Loch Ness the atmosphere around the place is unusually quiet. To quiet.
Take Care
Scott

Hehe I am scottish silly. i know where scotland is.. my mom is scottish from Sir. Walter Scott family. he wrote Ivanhoe? ya know.. just can't remember what town he was from...

bec

He was born in Edinburgh, the Scott Monument is on Princess Street and you can climb up it. PS. You'll need a Paramedic Team when you reach the top, as you are absolutely knackered.
Did you get my private message.
Scott

Dear Scott,
I came to this forum (and to your post) by chance, while searching for information on PTSD.
My name is Amra, and I come from Bosnia. I was only seven when the war started. Reading your post made me cry and tremble, like every time, when I remember and “think too much” about what happened in Bosnia.

It is unfathomable what atrocities human beings are capable of doing. It is as if the worst instincts in humans are being unleashed. Even thinking about it hurts. Sometimes, when I think about that time, and look at Bosnia how it is now, it seems almost possible that all of it was just a horrible dream, or some other dimension not related to this world.

By thinking like this, one might easily loose faith in life, and human goodness.

However, war is also a time when the purest feelings of altruism and love come to light. I guess, it occurs as a counterforce to what is going on. You simply cannot believe that such goodness exists. Then, you can see humans doing incredible things that are to the utmost core void of selfishness. Feeling for others and hurting for not helping them …even if it was impossible to do.

And Scott…you are my proof for that.

I just wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart.


Currently, I live in Malaysia. I am student here, pursuing a degree in Psychology.
Please believe that I spoke from the heart. I pray for you to overcome every hurdle in life and to be happy, because the world needs good people.

Sincerely,
Amra

Welcome to the forum Amra.

Hello Amra, how are you. Thank you for your kind words, but I was just doing my job in Bosnia, and trying to make some kind of difference to the peoples lives.
My Regiment was the Cheshires and we came to Bosnia in November 1992, and we were based in Vitez, and a sub-base in Tuzla, I was the only Scotsman in the Regiment, and I was proud of that fact. I was a full sergeant at the time of the troubles, and I was in A Company, 5 Platoon, which was the Stand-by Platoon, they were my Lads, most of them were just out of trainning, and it was my job to look after them and get them through this alive. The Platoon Commander was hardly ever there, so you could say that I was the Platoon Commander as well. But I had a great corporal to help me, he was as experienced as I was, and a great friend as well. My Combat Stress comes from the time I served in Bosnia as you know. But there were lots of happy and memorable times there as well.
I remember one day, it was just after Christmas, and a convoy of medical supplies came to the HQ. And we had to escort the convoy through the Serb Lines to a hospital with very sick children in it. So, the convoy had to get through. My platoon was given this task. My Commmander had asked me before we set off to keep an eye on the new Platoon Commander, he had just joined us, and was a bit green (New to the job). So we set off in our Warrior APC's (Armoured Personnel Carriers). After about an hour, we came to this Serb Checkpoint, with land mines laid right across the road. We stopped and the Platoon Commander and our Interpreter went across to the Serb Commander and asked him to remove the mines so that we could get by. The Serb refused to do so, my commander said that we were carrying medical supplies to a childrens hospital and we had to get through. This did not make any difference, the Serb refused to budge. Throughout all this I'm sitting in the Turret of my Warrior and watching, and I'm getting madder and madder.
So I put my pistol into my belt at my back and told my lads to cover me. I got out and went over to the Serb and I asked him to move the mines, back came the same reply. I then asked the interpreter to tell the Serb to move them or I would attatch one to his backside and throw him off the bridge. Still he wouldn't do it. Then I pulled out my pistol and pointed it at his head and said that I would count to 10 and if he did not remove the mines I would blow his head off. I started to count out loud, 1, 2, 3, 4, he barked out an order and 4 of his men came out of this hut and removed the mines. Job Done. We got the convoy through the lines successfully to the hospital. Back at headquarters my Colonel asked me into his office and said to me. Would you have pulled that trigger. I replied, That's one thing that you will never know Sir! He replied, Well Done Jock.
Take Care
Scott