I Killed
To the numerous Ugandans we nearly hit we were little more than a big blue blur going way too fast. We were on our way to the war torn town of Gulu traveling as a group of 35 in the back of a truck with all of our equipment underneath us and around us. Gulu is a place that has spent more than twenty years being trapped in the middle of a rebel war. Its children have been kidnapped and brainwashed, scarring them for life and begging the attention of international aid agencies.
The ride to Gulu is a memory just begging to be written about. We may have been a blur to those we met along...