Story 1: My parents lived in Zagreb, the capital of Croatia. It wasn't really destroyed but it was bombed a few times. My mom (My dad was in the U.N.) heard sirens blaring and had to go immediately the their house and stay in the cellar. The cellars hadn't been used in years so it was filthy. At one point they had to spend the whole night in the cellar. My mom's cellar was infested with fleas.
Story 2: The Great Grandpa lived near the war zone in Novska, Croatia. IT was occasionally shelled. One day he went out to the garden to do some work. His house had some stairs going down to the garden. He was on that staircase when he heard a shell. Shells whistle as they fly around. He immediately went into the house to take cover. 5 seconds later the shell his the stairs where he just was. 4 shells hit his house and destroyed 1/4 of the house. This was a house that he had built himself. So he had to rebuild the house.
Story 3: My dad had volunteered for the U.N. during the war. The mission that they were trying to accomplish was called the United Nations Peacekeeping Mission. Essentially they were trying to bring peace to both the Croatian and Bosnian wars. My dad was the translator from English from Croatian/Bosnian. At one point they went to Vukovar after all the people had left. The city had been leveled. They were walking through when the heard a bang. Automatically they hid the floor. A sniper was shooting at them. He was to far away to actually hurt them but it was still scary. The reason they came to Vukovar was to recover some people belongings. They also found people buried in the under rubble and got them to the hospital. The U.N. reunited some families.