It's the morning of November 19th, 1978 in Guyana, a country on the northern coast of

South America.

A soldier and about a hundred other members of the Guyenees military are trudging through

a dense jungle in the remote northwest region of the country.

The air is thick and humid, and the soldier is worn down from marching all night, pushing

through an endless canopy of trees full of poisonous snakes and insects.

With the ground so soggy from rain, it feels like the soldier is walking through a puddle

of glue.

And the long night hasn't only been physically exhausting.

Just yesterday, dozens of Americans were attacked at a local airstrip, and five were killed.

One of the victims was an important politician back in America, a United States congressman.

And rumor has it that the people responsible were members of a fringe religious group living

in a settlement carved out of the jungle.

The Guyenees soldier and the other members of the military were dispatched to the airstrip

in order to investigate, and when they arrived, they discovered a site of unspeakable carnage.

People gunned down in cold blood, a small airplane riddled with bullet holes, and a number

of survivors crying out in pain begging for help.

Some of the soldiers stuck around to watch over the airstrip and coordinate the evacuation

of survivors.

But the rest of the group continued marching forward, making their way to the religious

group's settlement, and they were given the instruction to restore order and take whatever

steps were necessary to bring the murderers to justice.

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