my name is jamal 0sman.a somali journalist who for years has been searching for answers to the end of a cycle of violence which has ripped my country apart for three decades. in kismayo, i thought i had found answers. a place which was secure. a place which was peaceful. a place which offered hope. but in my country, tragically, nothing is ever that simple. another day in somalia. another fighting patrol to the frontline, by the jubbaland armed forces. young somali men gearing up to kill other young somali men, the way it has been for much of my life. these soldiers are going to an area controlled by al—sha bab, the most powerful militant group in africa, and al-qaeda's affiliate in somalia. among them is an elite unit known as the rohan, meaning "the unseen." made up of former al—shabab fighters, they know their enemy well. commanderjalid reminds them how they are expected to behave. but trust can be in short supply here. some of these men could be secretly working for the other side. the fear is that they