National Geographic : 2010 Nov
• looking for food, and the boy gave him some meat. Soldiers had swept through before, and Logocho had sensed the fear in his uncle's voice as he donated a bull to feed them. Now this sol- dier placed ve bullets in Logocho's hand, a re- ward for his helpfulness. e boy gave three to his uncle, but he held back two for himself, later ring them into the sky from a borrowed gun. e soldier's power---of identity in his uniform, of purpose in his weapon---burned itself into Logocho's mind. He devised a plan and shared it with several of his friends. When his uncle sent Logocho, who was now 12, out with the animals, he and five friends wandered o , pretending they had discovered a dead bu alo in the bush and wanted to skin it. ey escaped into the wilderness, on the run and hungry until they came upon a hunting party of four SPLA soldiers. Two weeks later they made their way into an SPLA camp in the countryside near Boma, assembling with other recruits who wanted to join the rebellion. A handful of grown soldiers lived at the camp, half starved and await- ing orders themselves. For a month the group survived on wild game. en SPLA commanders sent word: Head to Ethiopia. On foot. , in mid-1986, an Amer- ican named Roger Winter ew to Ethiopia to meet with the SPLA's charismatic leader, John Garang. Winter, in his early 40s, had spent his life working with desperate people. In college he volunteered on the South Side of Chicago, then worked for the Salvation Army, and eventually took a position with the Carter Administration, serving as a sort of human bridge for refugees eeing oppressive states. Now he headed the nonpro t U.S. Committee for Refugees, person- ally focusing on crumbling African states such as Rwanda, Ethiopia---and Sudan. Winter liked Garang, a complicated man. He had a crackling smile and a doctorate from Iowa State, where he had studied economics during the gap between the civil wars. He read Marx and the Bible. His army used child soldiers, yet he had cra ed a vision of a uni ed "New Sudan," with the north and south at peace. And now he wanted to know: Would America help the people of southern Sudan? Winter felt the place drawing him toward its chaotic heart. He considered himself a human rights worker on a mission to warn the world about coming catastrophes. (He would later Logocho and ve friends escaped into the wilderness and made their way to an SPLA camp near Boma. Later commanders sent word: Head to Ethiopia. On foot.