a group of captives in uniforms and t-shirted uniforms gather in a small village in early spring. They huddle together, holding a small umbrella and a set of brass rifles. They stand on opposite sides of a hill, surrounded by fields and mountains. The sun beats down on them, casting long shadows across the ground. The trees around them stretch out as far as the eye can see, and the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling fills the air. It's a true scene of peace and contentment in the heart of the African West.