“A Soldier’s Shocking Bush Experience: The day I discovered what I really ate in Kumshe” I left Gwoza for Kumshe, when I arrived, the air felt different—thick, tense, and unpredictable. Attacks came without warning. Twice, we were hit twice in one night. We fought until the assaults stopped, and even when the enemy didn’t come, we went out looking for them. Compared to Gwoza, Kumshe was almost peaceful. In fact, I got so bored that I joined a four-man team of hunters. We set traps for small animals—rabbits, grass cutters, anything...