"When I am too tired," said Draja Mihailovich, "I say yes."
Last week, in the stifling summer heat of a makeshift courtroom outside Belgrade, the onetime hero of Yugoslav resistance was very tired. Prison-pale and peering myopically through his thick-lensed glasses, he tried wearily to turn aside the charges of his Partisan accusers. Seven hours a day, for three days, fortified by a breakfast of rum and tea, the bushy-bearded Chetnik answered their hammering questions and returned to his cell for a dinner of ham & cabbage, topped off by tall schooners of beer. But neither rum nor beer nor...