It wasn’t until the early hours of the following morning that the shooting finally stopped. The sun brought itself up over the ridge to illuminate the awfulness of the previous night. Bodies lay in the streets, some still gripping their weapons, some never touched one. Wounded found their way into corners and under cover waiting for help. Some townspeople were found bound and gagged, held at gunpoint. Their captors sick of death but fearing more to come stood solitary behind them. That very same morning, while people were fleeing the town for saner refuge, they stumbled upon a very unusual sight. A knife sticking vertical into the ground. As they looked up they saw a black parachute with a man hanging from it. The cord was wrapped around