ALMOST 1,800 SERBS REST IN TUNISIA: The Serbian military cemetery near Bizerte guards the bones of forgotten heroes!

The Serbian military cemetery is located in Menzel Bourguiba, about 20 kilometers southwest of Bizerte in Tunisia.

Few people know, but the Serbian military cemetery is located in Menzel Bourguiba, about 20 kilometers southwest of Bizerte in Tunisia.

After the Albanian Golgotha, during the First World War, Serbian soldiers were transferred for treatment to camps in Tunisia. 1,790 Serbian soldiers are buried in this cemetery.

Each grave is marked with a cast metal cross in the form of a stylized sword stuck into the ground, with a laurel branch and the French War Cross medal.

Vagdija Hamdi and her son Majoub, whose house is next to the cemetery, take care of this cemetery.

The cemetery is one of the lesser-known and rarely visited, but, as one Jelena reminded on the social network X, it has great historical significance and we must remember it because “a people without roots – is a people that breaks at the first wind.”

Тунис.
Место о ком нас нико није учио.
А морали су – јер постоје тишине које су гласније од сваке лекције.

На овој фотографији су Вагдија Хамди и њен син Мажуб.
Не носе српска презимена.
Не говоре наш језик.
Али већ деценијама чувају оно најсветије – наше мртве, наше душе, нашу… pic.twitter.com/0b6YDwLxMl
— Јелена Ђоковић Ивић (@DamaSaOklopom) December 5, 2025

We present her post in its entirety:

Tunisia. A place no one taught us about. And they should have – because there are silences that are louder than any lesson. In this photo are Vagdija Hamdi and her son Majoub. They do not bear Serbian surnames. They do not speak our language.

But for decades they have been guarding what is most sacred – our dead, our souls, our truth.

In Menzel Bourguiba, not far from Bizerte, stands a cemetery that is not just land but a testament. 1,790 Serbian soldiers rest there – 1,790 silent witnesses to the greatness of one nation. These are the ones who went through the hell of Albania but could not survive the consequences.

The ones who died under a foreign sky, with eyes turned towards the homeland they never saw again.

The French saved them, but fate decided that they would remain in the Tunisian sand.

While one part of the Serbian army rushed towards victory on the Salonica Front, the other part remained forever in a silence that hurts more than any bullet.

On a part of the Catholic cemetery, the size of a football field, lie warriors without fanfare, without parades, without speakers.

Only crosses in the shape of a sword – a French symbol of honour, a sword stuck in the ground as a sign that the warrior has finished his journey, but that his story has not.

And us?

We don’t even know where Menzel Bourguiba is. We don’t tell our children that a part of Serbia rests under the hot African sun. That there, in a foreign land, lie people whose bones still remember what it was like to love their country more than life.

And we should. We must.

Because a people who forgets its graves has forgotten its roots. And a people without roots – is a people that breaks at the first wind.

May eternal glory be to the Serbian heroes who gave their lives for our freedom.

And blessed be every person, of whatever language and faith, who bows over a Serbian grave and guards it as their own.

We remember. We respect. We pass it on.