Ishmael's escape and later coersion into becoming a child soldier showed me the inner workings of the mind of a brainwashed child. Children only 6 years older than my own sweet son are driven into being child soldiers because of their own desperation and need to belong.
I was a bit surprised by this book. It struck me over and over that given identical circumstances, I might be one of those crazed rebels. Every child needs a safe place and feel accepted.
Ishmael's story of rehabilitation gave me a new respect for UNICEF. Their therapists looked past the horrors and took the time to unearth the children inside.
A good book, I think I would have liked to know more about Ishmael's life now, and how he has used his experience to help others.