Africa's Child Soldiers

As a boy, when you join an army, you think you are going to see war as in the movies. It's not like that. In my first combat, I thought I was going to die, that I would never see my mother again.

It was the mid-1980s, and we were attacking a fortified garrison in western Uganda. I was 15 years old and part of a movement that aimed to rid my country of the corrupt regime of Milton Obote, who had succeeded the murderous Idi Amin.

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