In the Presence of My Enemies (44 page)

Our wedding in Kansas City, Missouri

Whenever Martin was in the air, I was at the raio, maintaining contact

Jeffry and I often visited Dad’s “workplace”—the hangar.

Jeffrey and me; I was barefoot, happy, and dressed as a Kankanaey tribal woman.

Flying with Daddy was such a special treat.

Mindy and Jeff worked on their homeschool assignments as preschooler Zach (foreground) looked on.

Filipino children loved the man with the red-and-white airplane.

In the tribal areas where we worked, kids come up with their own ways to have fun. In the background stands a typical tribal home.

When villagers noticed Martin’s wet shoes every time he crossed the creek, they volunteered to build what they affectionately called “the Burnham Bridge.”

One of Martin’s responsibilities was transporting patients to medical facilities.

Martin and me on our porch in Aritao

Dos Palmas Resort

Zach, Mindy, and Jeff continued a family tradition of documenting each Father’s Day. This photo actually reached us in the jungle, and we carried it with us for the remainder of our captivity.