Volume 33, Number 11 · June 26, 1986
The 'Clean' War
By Edward R.F. Sheehan
Colonel Mauricio Ernesto Vargas is the commander of the Fourth Detachment of the Salvadoran army's Third Brigade in San Francisco Gotera, capital of the warravaged department of Morazán, about a hundred miles northeast of San Salvador. He is thirty-nine years old but looks about twenty-five. I met him early one morning in late March, just as he was leaving the cuartel, his headquarters next to the Franciscan church. Dressed in combat fatigues and a floppy hat, he was on his way to visit one of his units north of the Torola River in guerrilla-held territory. 'Would you like to come with me?' the colonel asked.
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