Soldiers from your nation’s army are standing in the street. They see you, then the camera you’re holding. They raise their rifles and, without a word, begin to shoot. The capital city is under siege from within. It seems like almost yesterday that Allende was democratically elected, and now everything is suddenly changing. As the street filled with military vehicles and personnel, and the sky was flooded with aircraft, it would have been confusing to any member of Chilean society. The reality was that the country was undergoing a coup, and it would not be long until Allende was dead. His final speech to the country was conveyed in the presidential home over the radio as coup forces flooded the building. Not only was this an intense tragedy, but it was not explained to citizens what was happening. There was no recourse for regular people to help their country lawfully; they had already done that. The sea of protesters, to me, their voices are washed out by the sound of jet planes and exploding mortars.