At Weeks End
No wonder people living in Central America are wont to make feverish efforts to migrate to the United States, to the extent of crossing arid land fraught with danger and illegally across the border.
In the 1990s I made five trips to the region Panama, Costa Rica, Belize twice and Honduras to report on humanitarian aid activities of the 891st Engineer Battalion.
Honduras was the country that opened my eyes most to the plight of living in abject poverty and daily in fear of bodily harm. We spent nearly a week at San Pedro Sula, a city in its northwest corner.
