Child Soldier, I By Major Jackson Winter 2012 “When they came to camp, they asked my friend Abdiif he was ready to join the militia. He said, no. 0 Comments
Against Apathy By Major Jackson Winter 2012 In the placid lean of an arid summer, in the lingeringsnarl of pit latrines, the sharp barbs of the acacia,in the opaque eyes of the girl whose fingers frenzy 0 Comments
Child Soldier, II By Major Jackson Winter 2012 “We always kicked for the same team. We prayednext to each other on the sajjada during salat. 0 Comments
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