The Starvation War

Rich Addicks

Atlanta Journal and Constitution

All night long, the rain pelted the roof of my tent. We hope to be leaving tomorrow but if the dirt runway was too wet there is no telling when the plane would be able to pick us up. I was ready to leave and worried all night. While I was worrying, 50 yards away a woman was dying of hypothermia, and I didn't even know it. She had arrived late in the night, weak, cold and wet. She found little warmth and a plastic world food program back, her eventual casket. I felt guilty worrying about something so minor when someone else was worrying about how to stay alive.

Rich Addicks , "The Starvation War," in POYi Archive, Item #28256, http://archive.poy.org/items/show/28256 (accessed June 17, 2025).