The fear has been that we'll sit off the coast of Burma, sailing in Essex-sized circles, waiting for the Burmese junta to allow us in. After a few weeks of pointless waiting, the disaster is over, and we go home with nothing but headaches and intestinal gas from the mess deck's lima bean casserole.

But per the BBC, we've been officially granted clearance from the Burmese to do relief operations. Yay us! There may be a hundred thousand dead already. But we will do what we can.

Treat the wounded, feed the hungry, clothe the naked, house the dispossessed, bury the dead.

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