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Daily, from dawn until dusk, the stream of aircraft headed up country to perform their various missions. Some hauled loads of cargo to drop enroute to their assigned sites. New cargo was then picked up and returned to their starting points or other sites in between. And then it would start all over again - always finding time to get in one more load as long as the weather cooperated! Some of the cargo was rice or medical supplies, sometimes it was munitions in support of the military offensives, and often their cargo was a flood of refugees, carrying their life's belongings on their backs to a "safer" place.

Their landing strips were often nothing more than short dirt strips carved into the sides of mountains, or nestled between dangerous carsts, and from the air one village looked much the same as the next...........