Ready for the flight to Kunming
 

 

   They had arrived in the "Mile High" city of Kunming. Kunming, six thousand five hundred feet above sea level, is the capital of the remote Yunnan province, bordering Burma and Tibet. Kunming was the melting pot for the free Chinese; the ones who had been pushed from their homes further East. The Base was an Airfield in the middle of rice paddies in South Central China, a truck ride away.
 
Zig Zag Burma Road
 

The Burma Road
 

   There was an elevated road that passed through rice paddies connecting the base to the Burma Road that led to the town of Kunming. A strip of trees ran parallel to the road for camouflage and around the compound of about eight barracks, four on each side of the road, a ditch running along side of the road, another four buildings down the way housing the Officers and the Base Commander, Colonel Gentry.

Road to Kunming
 


Locals at the river

  Kunming is about the same latitude as middle Florida or Houston, Texas. Maybe two months of the year it might be cold enough for a fire. And there was a monsoon season, but it was never too cold or windy. Water was needed to grow rice and the Chinese farmers had a number of ways of saving water that fell during the monsoon season. They took natural streams and rivers and widened and banked them by hand. Most of them started at a nearby lake that also stored water. The channels near the lake were deeper, maybe 6-8 feet and were wider at the mouth until the further away from the lake, they became a small creek.
 


 

The River
 

 

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