Through the trees we could see the thick smoke billowing up from what we believed was the medical camp. The lights from the camp illuminated the smoke, giving it an eerie glow that faded to gold as it moved farther from the source. We knew it would not be long before all that was left was a smoldering camp of burning ash, left to consume itself. The fire, started by faulty equipment in the medics’ quarters, had been burning now for over 24 hours, leaving not only the smoke as a reminder, but also the fumes, which left a strong smell of medical materials burning under the intense heat. We didn’t know if everyone had gotten out; it wouldn’t be known until after the fire extinguished itself. For now we sat and stared, knowing that so much has been lost, much aid that can not be replaced.