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Dimensions: 8 x 6

Then we saw that the of we Laotians in the region of Xieng Khouang, was the very smallest. We didn't know which day we would die. Everyone just waited for the day their death. All day and all night the airplanes never stopped bombing. And they dropped poison and napalm in village xxx and in the forest wherever the villager stayed.

In the year 1968, planes of many kinds and many types came and killed people. In the war in Xieng Khouang I saw the poison in the packets like candy. We villagers and children didn't know is this candy from xxx could be gathered and eaten. But after eating it people became drunk and threw up blood and died.