God, and for that reason one of them was a Bosniak, the other a Croat. It hadn’t been their own choice, any more than they’d chosen this war or their fate. They had one more thing in common: neither had any expectations for tomorrow. Tomorrow would be filled with bullets, bombs, and blood. Still, whether they realized it or not, each man hoped for a “brighter tomorrow.” For all the pain, sorrow, and violence inflicted
