This guy was a tire repairman in Srebrenica before the war started. He lost his leg when a small mortar shell burst close by, the classic wound of the war. He was evacuated by the British to Tuzla. He told me his wife and two kids had been there for a while, but he hadn't contacted them yet. He was anxious about telling his wife that he'd lost his leg. He was still having phantom pains and really craved tobacco.