In 1988, I traveled with a delegation of North American Christians to a remote village in El Salvador in response to an invitation to stand in solidarity with the suffering people. We journeyed on rocky roads, over hills, through rivers and into the barren countryside. As we turned the corner into the small, country village, we gasped at the sight of hundreds of Salvadoran soldiers and US military advisers milling about everywhere. A fleet of ten helicopters rested in a nearby field. The villagers greeted us and asked us to stay only for a short while; they feared for their lives from the occupying military forces. But they appreciated our solidarity. They told us that our visit demonstrated to the Salvadoran military that North Americans were watching their every move.