Postcard from Bogotá

Dear Mom,

We were almost done building the church when the first attacks came. Some of the

other missionaries want to leave, some say we should stay and do what we can. I don't

know what to do--they want to teach me to fight but I've never liked guns. I wish this

was all a bad dream. Hope this reaches you and that you are okay. I miss you and Dad

terribly.

Love, Amelia.