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It's early morning on October 5, 1986.

American cargo plane soars through the skies above Costa Rica headed for Nicaragua.

On board are two pilots, a radio operator and a single passenger.

The passenger checks the cargo at the back of the plane to ensure everything is secure.

It's routine mission, but the cargo today is far from ordinary.

In the back of the plane are 70 Soviet-made AK-47s, 100,000 rounds of ammunition, rocket propelled grenades and other military supplies.

The passenger thought his days flying missions like this were over, but a call to fly over Nicaragua and drop boxes of cargo a few months back seemed like easy money.

He's flown this route more than a dozen times.

Stand by for the drop, stand by.

The passenger opens the cargo door and looks down.

2500 feet is a long way to fall.

He tightens the straps of the parachute on his back.

Then he looks down at the Majestic Rio San Juan River, winding its way to the Caribbean Sea.

It's beautiful.

Mavista he never tires his seat.

But there is something else below the passenger does not see, or someone rather.

A teenage soldier named Jose Alamon, who's packing some military equipment of his own, a Russian-made shoulder mounted surface to air rocket launcher.

When Alamon sees a plane, he hoist the weapon to his shoulder, trains his sights up, and fires.

As the plane knows dives towards the ground, the passenger closes his eyes and leaps, pulling the rip-gourd on his shoot.

The plane continues downward in a trail of smoke crashing into the dense jungle.

When the passenger touches down, he unhooks his shoot and keeps moving.

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