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.
My leader was an inspiring, brave and talented man, Yoweri Museveni, now Uganda's President. Museveni believed that young fighters not only needed martial skills but also a political awareness of the cause for which they fought - an end to the greed and self-delusion of Africa's post-independence leadership.