Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

SAVING FISH FROM DROWNING
as helicopter rotors. Saskia smiled at Harry, a little too adoringly,
Marlena thought. With a soft command from Saskia, the dogs shot
forward, sniffing the ground as they led the way.
My friends and the Lord’s Army folk watched as Harry and Saskia
strode side by side into a blindingly beautiful sunset. Their figures re­
ceded, and the camera panned out and did a slow fade to black, as if
all hope had been extinguished.
The news anchor broke in: “For those of you tuning in late, that was
a tape sent by TV Myanmar International, with Harry Bailley...”
For several seconds, my friends in No Name Place were too
stunned to speak. “I can’t believe it,” Roxanne finally said in a low
monotone.
Wendy started to cry, and leaned on Wyatt’s shoulder.
Marlena wondered who that woman was, the one Harry had spo­
ken to with such frank familiarity. Why had he called her “gor­
geous”? Why the googly eyes? Was she a fiancée, too? She realized
how little she knew about Harry.
Vera sat up straight. “Let’s not be pessimistic. This is good news.
They assume we are still alive, and they’re looking for us. Let’s talk
about what this means and what we should do.”
And so they struggled to do as Vera suggested. Late into the night,
they discussed the best way to let their potential rescuers know their
whereabouts. They also contemplated how to ensure the safety of
the tribe. Perhaps the Lajamees could hide in the rainforest, and the
eleven could tell their rescuers that they had found this abandoned
camp. Or they could simply insist the Lajamees were heroes and
should be protected from retribution.
Dwight sprang to his feet. “Well, now that we have a plan,” he
said, “I’m going to bushwhack my way out of here. Anyone else want
to come along?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Roxanne said.
Dwight ignored her. “If I can get out of this rainforest to an open
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