An Ethiopian airstrike had struck a jam-pressed town market that day, killing small bunches. We looked as the principle misfortunes displayed at Mekelle's greatest facility.
Days afterward, three aide workers from Doctors Without Borders were savagely killed by dark aggressors.
In the open country, the contention was moving at an irate speed. Ethiopian military positions fell like dominoes. Hours after the Tigrayans annihilated the strategic cargo plane, we showed up at a camp holding two or three thousand as of late gotten Ethiopian officials, around 30 miles south of Mekelle.
Assembled behind a security obstruction, the prisoners launched out into acclamation when we wandered from our vehicle - trusting, they later explained, that we were Red Cross workers.
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