Colombia, in the mine forest where the war is never over

In place of the legs, there was a huge nothing. The people of the village saw that glaring absence, that emptiness, in the man dressed as a fighter who was being carried down the hill by two comrades. The uniformed men were walking in the forest when one of them stepped on a mine and blew up. The gunmen cursed the locals for not warning them that the area was full of mines and forced them to carry the wounded man to the Atrato River.