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I was there in 95 at the house in Petite Goave. As the Sr Charlie, at any given time I had close to 200 local folks working humanitarian projects around the area. Funding through the IOM (another story). Those folks worked their tails off for little next to nothing. They were appreciative of the work, and we were doing good things. At the end of my tour they suprised me with a gift. They all pitched in and the crew actually had a local craftsman make me a rocking chair. It sits in my living room today. They were the exception. We improved the fighting position for the next guy, but you can bet when all was said and done it reverted back to Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome.
As far as the majority of the population, I can remember it as clear as yesterday - Blanc blanc blanc blanc, bumwe te mange, bumwe te goude... Gimme gimme gimme!
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