We met with the rich. the poor. the happy. the sad. the free. and the oppressed. But I think I come away with one memory more vivid than any other memory. and that is the memory of those children that we came in contact with whose arms and legs had been blown away by indiscriminate use of land mines by the Communists in El Salvador. We visited a refugee camp in a town called San Francisco Qotera In the northern part of El Salvador. El Salvador has a serious refugee displacement problem. Nearly 400.000 people have been displaced. many of whom have been driven from their homes and hillside farms to refugee camps throughout the country. The camp we visited. we were told. was one of the better camps. and I cannot imagine what some of the worst camps must look like. The homes there were constructed of mud and sticks. pieces of tin. sugarcane. scrap wood or whatever else could be thrown together to assemble an approximately 10by12foot room. and often you would find 8. 10. 12. or more people from a particular family or more than one family living In one of those socalled homes.