When the bloodiest and most brutal conflict of the 1990s was raging across Eastern Europe, scarring the historic cities and beautiful vistas of the Yugoslavian countryside with crippling fields of tracer fire, surface-to-air missiles, artillery craters, and brutal racial and ethnically-charged street warfare so over-the-top brutal that the United Nations declared the entire thing a war crime, ex-Danish Special Forces Jagercorps operative Helge Meyer did the only reasonable thing any complete and utter stone-cold bonkers hardass could have done in such a bleak and brutal situation:
He bolted enough reinforced armor plating to his badass American muscle car that it looked like a Post-Apocalyptic Mad Max / Knight Rider fanfic crossover and then hauled ass through the landmine-riddled streets of downtown Sarajevo at 90 miles an hour delivering food to starving children while bandits and guerillas pinged AK rounds off his rear window and tried to blow his ass up with RPGs. And he did it without the explicit approval of any government agency, military, or NGO, and without ever carrying a weapon larger than a pocketknife and his own radioactive ballsack.
How I'd never heard this story before it came through my Patreon a couple weeks ago (thanks Jonathan) is beyond me, especially considering that I literally own a Third-Gen Camaro named Black Ice that I love more than any other worldly possession and at least a handful of my family members. But here's the tale of Helge Meyer and the Ghost Camaro. meyer5c.png
The 1990s Yugoslavia War is one of the darkest periods of post-WWII European history, as ethnic cleansing, brutal urban combat, and massive civilian casualties turned the cities of Serbia, Croatia, and Bosnia in to raging war zones of death and destruction – and, having met several who lived through this vicious war, I can tell you that it does not sound like anything you would wish on anyone you cared about. Even worse, in the midst of the fighting between regular army and irregular militia forces, pockets of Mad Max-style bandits, rebels, and outlaws took the opportunity to create more chaos – attacking United Nations aid trucks, plundering Red Cross relief vehicles, and intercepting any humanitarian aid before it ever reached the starving, terrified, and terrified civilians trapped in the middle of the chaos.
Much of the world heard these stories on the news, but did nothing, not wanting to interfere in a complicated political situation that had already spiraled into a complete humanitarian crisis. Troops and aid workers weren't given clearance or permission to interfere, for fear of drawing other countries into the conflict. Despite all the horror, nothing could be done.
Helge Meyer was like, yeah, forget that. I'm going in. cont...
