An anon who worked as a prison guard had an unsettling conversation with his work partner, who used to be a child soldier:
The day I met him…
>waiting in the hall to meet whoever my partner is for the night >hoping for someone I like working with or one of the qt3.14s >literally everyone walks past saying hi
>all but one guy
>giant African dude who is reading a book finally stands up >walks to me
>”YOU OFFISAH ANON”
>”yeah what’s up?”
>”l WURK WISS YOU”
>”oh…ok.”
>get sent to where we hoard all the kiddy diddlers and old fucks. >easy job.
>”So where you from”
>”UGANDA”
>”Oh. So. What’d you do before you moved here.”
>his face sort of contorts like it’s a bad memory >”MILLY-TERRY”
>”Oh. So like, why’d you quit”
>”NO LIKE GUV-MINT IN HOME COUNTRY. THEY BAT”
>”So what did you do?”
>”WAH”
>”War?”
>”YES THAT WHAT I SAY, YOU HEAR BAT?”
>”Unhhh…I was just making small talk man.”
>” FITE EVERY WAH SINCE 1975 WHEN I WAS JUST BEH-BEH BOY” >”Haha so you were pretty young when you joined?”
Not quite Uganda, but a child soldier from Yemen.
>”YES. I WAS 11″
>”what the fuck?”
>”DEY PUT ME IN DA CUHNGOH”
>”The Congo”
>”YES THIS IS WHAT I SAY”
>”At age 11?”
>”YEH”
>”How was that?”
>again he sort of gets this weird look.
>”VERY BAT”
>looks like my friend who had flashbacks to Iraq, realize I need to shut up. >night goes on
>Captain Uganda brings the subject back up
>”I BURN ENTIRE FOREST TO GROUN’ LOOKING FOR BAT PEEPOH. DEN WE REALIZE WE ALSO KEEL MENNY GOOD PEEPOH” >”WE WUZ BAT PEEPOH”
>”But you said you were in the military for years”
>”I AM BAT MAN, ANON”
Very unfortunate. A mere few sentences tells of the heavy burden the former soldier carries with him.
Temple of Zagan 