Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl was captured by the Taliban on June 30, 2009 and is the only American citizen being held prisoner in Afghanistan.
North Korea has threatened to do a “new type” of nuclear test. So what is it waiting for? The most annoying possible moment to do it.
It’s not the government that’s in control of Libya, it’s the militias.
We traveled there to take a look at these groups as they hold their country hostage.
Ambushed in South Sudan
The war in South Sudan began in murky circumstances in mid-December, when tribal factions within the country’s army, the SPLA, began fighting each other in the center of the capital, Juba. The SPLA quickly fractured into two camps: an insurgency drawn from members of former vice president Riek Machar’s Nuer tribe and troops who remained loyal to President Salva Kiir, of the Dinka tribe. Both sides have been accused of committing gross human rights abuses during the conflict. VICE News arrived in Juba and found the army desperate to dispel rumors that rebels were advancing on the capital. Soldiers were keen to take our correspondents on a trip with them into the bush to recapture the strategic city of Bor from the rebels… only the raid didn’t turn out quite as they had expected.
Russian Roulette: The Invasion of Ukraine (Dispatch Two)
We snuck into a Ukrainian naval base and interviewed the commander, who said that he hopes that the world would unite against Russia.
Ambushed Four Times in South Sudan
The day had begun well for the forces of the South Sudanese government. Two battalions of fresh infantry had been sent up the Nile by barge to the forward base, some 12 miles south of the heavily contested town of Bor. They’d jogged there in formation, singing war chants, before eventually gathering in the center of the camp to listen to a rousing speech from the general in command.
When he’d finished speaking, they waved their Kalashnikovs in the air and made battle cries before jogging back to the barges waiting to send them upstream to war. “We’ll have dinner in Bor,” the general assured me and my photographer. “You will see, then we will send you back to Juba by helicopter to show the world what we have done.” Mark, our driver, was less keen for the onslaught to begin. He’d spent the morning swigging from a liter bottle of gin, and when the signal came to move forward, it was with reluctance that he turned the key in the ignition. “I’ve only been a soldier two weeks, you know,” he said as we trundled off to join the convoy. “In my real life, I’m a journalist. But when the war started they gave me a uniform and made me join the army. These rebels are killing all my people, we have to fight them. But it’s not so bad. My uncle, there, two cars ahead of us, he is a general, the most popular general in the whole army. He is the only general who leads from the front.” His uncle wasn’t the general in command. Between us, a Land Cruiser packed with the general’s retinue jostled its away along the pitted road, his personal plastic garden chair and washing tub clattering against its bumper.