It was the first Christmas for the peacekeeping mission, and we sent out teams with trees and ribbons and gifts and supplies to make nice with the Christian minority population.
We were greeted with hugs and thanks and what little they could scrape up, offering candies and treats and dances and songs.
Wreaths on their doors and a moment of peace and love in their hearts.
We might as well have painted bullseyes on their front doors.
The deathsquads sent out more men to shoot and blow them up.
The green of Islam, the red of Christian blood.
Merry Christmas.