ABSTRACT
Lean, mean and handsome, the fifty-four-year-old British lieutenant general always looked quintessentially the part of the commander who brought Great Britain victory in the Falklands War. When he arrived in Bosnia last January, wearing his jaunty beret and his sure swagger, he seemed just exactly the man to command UN troops and put the whole mess in order. The UN representative in Bosnia, Yakushi Akashi, was stoically intent on not using force, even in the face of a European genocide. Cynics in Zagreb whispered that they could begin to see the signs of mortality when, during the awful Serb siege of Gorazde, several British soldiers alone got out among many foreigners there. The New York Times wrote that he had suddenly become an admirer of Serbian General Ratko Mladic, often called one of the main “war criminals” of modern times.
