A war that includes four-year-olds with AK 47s is a war that no one can win — been if some men… go home victorious.

We took a bowl each and started eating. He went back into the little room, and by the time he returned to the table with his own bowl of food to eat with us, we...

I was so happy that my mother, father, and two brothers had somehow found one another. Perhaps my mother and father have gotten back together, I thought.

My squad is my family, my gun is my provider, and protector, and my rule is to kill or be killed.