BLOOD OF THE MARTYRSThe death squad, Communist soldiers at the ready, loaded their rifles with fresh rounds of ammo. Shots rang out. The monks collapsed upon the blood splashed, frozen ground. Their lifeless bodies dragged to a nearby sewage ditch and dumped into a heap, one on top of the other. Alerted by the shots, wild dogs, roaming the villages dirt roads, scavenging for scraps, hurried over to the bodies to investigate. Sniffing, they lapped up the warm blood,
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