As we arrived at the airstrip, which is actually a type of miliary base, thankfully the authorities let us in rapidly without many questions.  As we got out of the truck near the plane, I was given the news that my daughter was no longer ventilating well.  Her lungs had become stiff as is so common in premature babies.  I knew this was the end.  I hugged her in my arms, with a stethoscope on her heart listening to each heartbeat.  Slower...slower......slower.......and the last beat.  She twitched, made a hint of a cry, and she was gone (08:49 A.M.).  I hugged her body tightly and mourned...oh how I mourned...in the middle of an open airstrip as my friends prayed...in the presence of Almighty God.  And then it was time to go.