Both have lost their parents and now can only rely on relief from western aid agencies as the civil war continues to make more children face life on their own. Over 1 million men, women and children, who are, as humans, no different than you or I, have died in the battle to eliminate those in the south. On our vacation in 1993 my wife, Anastasia, and I traveled to war-torn southern Sudan to do a story on these forgotten people. Like other tragedies and continuing horrors on this globe, we hope you will not forget about the plight of the southern Sudanese who are trying to hold onto their ever-shrinking homeland. Stricken with malaria, a mother can do nothing but watch her son, with digestive problems, wither away in a mud-hut hospital at Atepi, Sudan.
Children climb over hundreds of bags of sorghum to wait in line for their monthly ration.
A nurse with Norwegian People's Aid assists a dying man who was shot, beaten, and dragged with a rope behind a truck by the Khartoum government as the war slowly creeps south. Cases like this child are common in a region where food is scarce. At the only market still functioning in Southern Sudan, displaced Sudanese, their legs as thin as twigs, spend their days idle with nothing to do and no money to buy the few dried sardines sold in the makeshift market in the shade of a tree. Nothing goes to waste for the thousands who are displaced in Sudan. At a small distribution hut a women picks up every spilled bean.