It was during the Ugandan Civil War, it was midnight when my army and I planned the attack. The night was dry and cold and we could all feel the slight breeze from the wind. I am in the National Resistance Army (NRA) and at that time we were fighting against the government of Milton Obote.
“It’s for my country, for peace,” I would replay in my mind.
Every single petrifying and alarming seconds on the field felt like ages. Each one of us waiting for the captains command. One single hand movement and then war. Everyone was terrified yet we kept our emotions under control. Two fingers up pointing to the nearest building.
“Lets go,” I shouted to the rest of my group.
Nothing, but shooting, shouting and the sounds of people screaming. Those were the only things I heard for approximately two hours. Then BAM, a bullet flying right towards me in the speed of lightning. I tried to run away, but it was too late. The bullet hit me right above my hip. was so stunned that all the training, and survival skills that I have learned washed away from my brain. All I could do was look down and see the blood gushing through my clothes. I tried to run away, wincing at each step. I found a small hut not far from where I was standing. More shots were aiming towards me as I tried to go towards the hut. I ran sucking all the energy I had in the thought of the needing to survive. Finally when I reached the hut I quickly went in. I bent down and laid down on a pile of hay. Using my arms I covered my self as much as possible. Beads of sweat went down my face. I ripped a part of my shirt and tied it tightly around the wound.
I don’t know how much time has passed, 30, maybe an hour? I fell asleep and when I woke up, it was dead silent. No gun shots, no wailing and screaming. I stood up and winced, I had completely forgotten about the bullet shot. I carefully stepped forward and peeked a look outside. It was morning, the sun was shining down and all I could see from my distance was smoke coming out of the houses which were now broken down into ruins. It took me a moment to realize that my army was gone. Questions popped out of my head. ‘Where are my people?’ ‘Have they been captured?’ ‘Have they left without me?’
“It’s for my country, for peace,” I would replay in my mind.
Every single petrifying and alarming seconds on the field felt like ages. Each one of us waiting for the captains command. One single hand movement and then war. Everyone was terrified yet we kept our emotions under control. Two fingers up pointing to the nearest building.
“Lets go,” I shouted to the rest of my group.
Nothing, but shooting, shouting and the sounds of people screaming. Those were the only things I heard for approximately two hours. Then BAM, a bullet flying right towards me in the speed of lightning. I tried to run away, but it was too late. The bullet hit me right above my hip. was so stunned that all the training, and survival skills that I have learned washed away from my brain. All I could do was look down and see the blood gushing through my clothes. I tried to run away, wincing at each step. I found a small hut not far from where I was standing. More shots were aiming towards me as I tried to go towards the hut. I ran sucking all the energy I had in the thought of the needing to survive. Finally when I reached the hut I quickly went in. I bent down and laid down on a pile of hay. Using my arms I covered my self as much as possible. Beads of sweat went down my face. I ripped a part of my shirt and tied it tightly around the wound.
I don’t know how much time has passed, 30, maybe an hour? I fell asleep and when I woke up, it was dead silent. No gun shots, no wailing and screaming. I stood up and winced, I had completely forgotten about the bullet shot. I carefully stepped forward and peeked a look outside. It was morning, the sun was shining down and all I could see from my distance was smoke coming out of the houses which were now broken down into ruins. It took me a moment to realize that my army was gone. Questions popped out of my head. ‘Where are my people?’ ‘Have they been captured?’ ‘Have they left without me?’
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