Some sort of shell landed in Gazda's front yard. It wrecked three windows, wounded Gazda's grandson, and also wounded a British officer from the Ghurkas. There was muttering about "those Muslims" but the reality was more Balkan. Up the hill I'd run into two of Dario Kordic's best buddies from Busovac. They had a rocket launcher of some sort. One of the local Croats told me they had come down from their usual front to fire a shell, with reduced charge, at Gazda's house to induce him to fork over some cash. The weakened shell landed in the front yard and exploded. It was lucky nobody was killed. Gazda is the guy in the middle, his son-in-law is fixing the window. I used to wonder how the Brits paid Gazda for the property they were renting. A local 19-year-old girl, who was an orphan looking after two younger siblings, rented her house to the BBC and the payments were deposited in a Swiss bank for her.