Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Ahh.. The Pitter Patter of Jackboots in the Morning

This morning, at around 4:30 am, we were torn from our slumber by a sudden, loud and assertive BANG-bang-BANG on our door. Jesse jumped up quickly, tossed on some shorts and went into the living room. By the time he got there, the would-be visitors were banging again and yelling "Police." Somewhat out of it from the dream that he was still halfway in, Jesse went to the door and cracked it open, asking what they wanted. He faced six people in full military garb - five men, one woman and three machine guns - who didn't appear to want to explain the purpose of their visit. The group started moving into the house and Jesse asked them to wait while he made sure that everyone was properly dressed. They politely obliged, but swiftly moved into the living room as soon as the bedroom door was shut after Jesse asked me to get dressed.

While I got dressed and Rachel wandered into the living room, asking what was going on, the commander of the little brigade demanded our passports. Of course, Jesse had left his passport in the office, making for a few tense moments, as he imagined how they would react when he realized that he didn't have what they were demanding (they ended up accepting Jesse's driver's license). One soldier kind of poked his head into the room while they looked over the identification, asked us questions about where we came from and wrote some stuff down. Apparently satisfied after about five minutes, they left as quickly as they came, moving on to the apartment across the hall.

Obviously this was a first for us. While we had heard about the police "sweeps" in the night, we had not yet had the opportunity to experience it first hand. Rachel thought it was kind of fun and new - Jesse and I found it new, but not fun. After the adrenaline worked its way out of our systems, we all settled down for the rest of our night's sleep.

Here's a picture of a traditional military man w/ machine gun. Jesse didn't think it would be a good idea if I asked the people this morning if I could take their picture for our blog.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Talk about scary!!!Bless little Rachel. I'm so glad she wasn't afraid, I bet her folks were!I am just reading about it. Did you ever find out why or what they wanted? Better keep the passports with you at all times-- even in PJs
Love Grandma Rudy .

Anonymous said...

How can you explain Rachel's reaction of fun,in the scariness of it all, without acknowledging God's hand working in the whole situation?!?! God was there with you!! You ALL have been uplifted in prayers for your safety in a foreign land. Praise God for his protection over you, in this and all situations. I'm sure that you will never forget God's working on this night! Love & Prayers, Uncle Joel & Aunt Barb

Anonymous said...

I bet they wouldn't have minded a short break for a quick picture. Jesse is always playing it safe. What a crazy thing! So glad you guys are safe...!

Anonymous said...

Craziness! Glad to know that you are all safe! Looking forward to seein' ya'll soon!

Anonymous said...

Glad you were safe... I'm glad Rachel wasn't scared!

Anonymous said...

Wow, what a shock. As everyone else we are so thankful Rachel was not frightend. I just had talked to Mel but called her back to tell her to read your blog. Hope this don't happen again for you. Hope all is well and no further visits. God will keep you safe. Love ya Gaylene and Dad

Anonymous said...

Gaylene was telling us about your experience. praise
God you are all safe. Keep up with you through Gaylene. Love to you all. Craig & Bernita