Okello Morris, 14 years old, abducted at home in Lalogi. “I witnessed the killing of my father before we finally left to Sudan. I was brutally beaten, trained and forced to kill. While in Sudan, we were forced to dig in and out of season. If you refused, you were killed! During engagements with U.P.D.F, I witnessed many my age perished during cross fire. I was shot twice on my leg before I was eventually rescued by the U.P.D.F. I was in the same camp with Kony himself. I thank God, that I am alive!
William, 15 years old student in a wheel chair; “At last my bones shall be buried in my mother land! I was shot twice on the legs – see for your self! When we were defeated by the U.P.D.F, I was in total pain! I tried to rolled, but by then I had lost a lot of blood! I was lucky that among the U.P.D.F who were pursuing us, was an Acholi soldier who was kind enough and ordered his colleague not to shoot me again or else he would be shot. That is why you are seeing me here!” he confidently reminded FRO
Abalo Mary “I was a single mother of three children, one boy and two girls. Aged 11, 8 and 4 years, The night of 22nd April 2001 a group of solders putting on mixed clothing’s both civilians and army uniforms came and woke us up in the middle of the night. They asked me for money and food staffs, I didn’t have both, so I told them that am just a single mother with nothingand am poor. They misinterpreted me to be proud of my children. They first told me to kill myself, I failed to start dying, I asked myself, how could I start it but I failed to get the answer. The dog was barking at them ferousicly. They were 11 people total. One ordered me to kill the dog, which I did by squeezing its throat till it died, but left me with scratches all over my body. The cloth I was putting on was all torn. They ordered us to join them with my children we walked for about two kilometers. I was made to kill my own children all three of them and I was left some few kilometers away. I joined the army with the psychological and physical torture I had sustained.”
Listening to Youth: The Experiences of Young People in Northern Uganda