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between your section and others. You will be assisted by two of our former military attaché staff. They are former Siliwangi division soldiers and completely loyal to me. ” Seda understood immediately that these two would be the general’s watchdogs.
    â€œ You are expected to initiate a rapprochement with your brother within the month. ” The General hesitated before continuing. “ You are being given a position of complete trust. I suggest you go home and consider these things before reporting to this office for further details tomorrow morning. ”
    Stunned by the sudden change in events and his new instructions, Seda wanted to say something but wasn’t quite sure what would be appropriate. He paused for a moment before replying.
    â€œ Terima kasih, Pak ‘Domo .” Seda knew that there was really nothing left to say. He had been dismissed. Standing to attention he saluted and turned to leave.
    â€œ Kolonel !” the General called.
    Seda turned and his heart sank as he recognised the envelope in the General’s hand. It was a letter he had forwarded for Albert some time before. His world began to fragment before his eyes.
    The General flicked it across the room towards him. “ No more secrets, Kolonel, do you understand? ”
    Seda retrieved the envelope. The contents were missing. He nodded again, dumbly, saluted and fled.
    The General sat motionless considering the Timorese Colonel. Convinced that he had made the correct decision he buzzed his adjutant.
    â€œ Bapak ?” responded the Lieutenant. “ Call Mas Suryo dan Mas Wiryo ,” the General ordered. Immediately, the Lieutenant set about advising the former Military Attachés that the General had demanded their presence. Having completed his calls the young adjutant shuddered involuntarily. He had seen these two watchdogs in action once before.
    And they scared the hell out of him.

Chapter 2
    Â Â Â Â Â Â    Albert Seda and Stephen Coleman — April 1965
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    â€œ Java soldiers, go home! Java soldiers, go home! ” Albert chanted as he marched alongside his friends. “ Come on Didi ,” he called to a classmate who was struggling to carry a poorly inscribed placard as they were jostled. “ Give it to me. I’ll carry it for you. ”
    â€œ We’ll carry it together, ” his friend responded, moving closer to Albert while raising the sign above the heads of the others.
    They continued with the chant and soon their numbers swelled as hundreds of senior school students joined in the demonstration and headed towards the mayor’s office.
    â€œ Java soldiers, go home! Java soldiers, go home! ” the crowd yelled in unison as they boldly took their positions directly outside the military official’s building. Their spirits were high. They were enjoying the moment and the thrill of challenging the Jakarta officials.
    As they continued to chant and call for the Mayor to show his face, the students failed to notice the soldiers move quickly into position. One of the boys threw a rock through the Mayor’s front window and within moments others followed with a hail of missiles they had picked up off the road.
    A volley of shots cracked through the air over the demonstrator’s heads sending the students into a frenzied panic as they broke ranks and ran, knowing that their lives were in danger. A squad of soldiers trained in riot control moved forward quickly with their rifles held out directly in front, the deadly bayonets fixed alongside the muzzle of their weapons. As they were confronted by the mass of youngsters who pushed each other in their attempts to flee, the sharp blades glistened brightly as they moved savagely from side to side cutting through flesh and cloth amidst the screams and cries of disbelief.
    When he first heard the shots, Father Douglas was uncertain but when these were followed by the frightening screams which pierced the