"Then why are there so many troops on the streets?" I persisted, directing his attention to the grim-faced, uniformed figures visible beyond the windows of our "Chicken Bus." It was Monday morning, August 8, 1983, and the two of us were taking a break from our missionary labors to shop for necessities downtown. The concentration of military personnel – and the visible agitation of my native-born friend -- increased as we approached the City Center.
About an hour later, we were intercepted by another missionary while returning to the bus stop.