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Child victims of the battle to end a bloody civil war

 

LYING howling on a torn mattress, in a cot by a window overlooking the Sri Lankan ­capital, Colombo, the wounded toddler was a pitiful sight.

A female relative fretted, trying to calm the girl down as the medics worked around her. The 18-month-old had been shot in the stomach in the final stages of the fighting in the north-east of the country and there was an ugly line of stitches across her abdomen where doctors had operated to remove the ­bullet. Her right leg was missing a chunk of flesh and had been gashed.

The little girl is one of thousands of casualties hidden away from public view in hospitals across Sri Lanka, guarded by soldiers and police who roam the wards. As soon as they are fit enough to be moved, the injured are returned to the grim internment camps that are home to approximately 300,000 people.  See the story as it appeared in print

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Gethin Chamberlain is a freelance photojournalist covering South Asia for The Observer. He also writes for a number of other newspapers and magazines, including The Guardian, GQ, Look, News of the World, South China Morning Post and The National. Now based in New Delhi, he previously worked as a foreign correspondent for The Sunday Telegraph and as The Scotsman's chief reporter. He is available for assignments and can be contacted at gethin.chamberlain@gmail.com

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