The women from Utah were silent, wiping tears from their eyes, as they walked down the hill in the hot tropical sun. The faces of the camp now branded deep into each person's memory.

The emotional weight of the trip was not the only pressure this group was feeling. The physical toll of getting to this faraway place was compounded by the back-breaking effort of assembling 200 family survival kits.

The PCI team leader had come up with the idea of assembling survival supplies inside a huge tarp that would be wrapped up, tied, and then left on the beaches of remote areas west of Banda Aceh, where in some cases only 10 percent of the population survived. Relief groups were having difficulty getting to those areas, and the kits could give some of the tsunami survivors enough supplies to live for one month.

Headlee, Sharette and Nielsen took on the task of overseeing and assembling these kits made up of dried fish, a kettle, pots and pans, underclothing, children's clothes, noodles, rice and personal hygiene kits. Among the supplies were boxes and boxes of hygiene kits coincidentally assembled by members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. But for these LDS women who had played no role in getting the crates of supplies here, it was no coincidence to them that the kits donated by their church ended up at the same remote location they did.

"It is clear the Lord is at work," Nielsen said before pulling on gloves and getting to work.

The women hired several local Banda Aceh teenagers to help them assemble the kits. "OK, you, put the tarp here," Sharette ordered one of the skinny boys. "Let's get moving."

For hours, under the relentless sun and operating on only a few hours of sleep in several days, Sharette, Nielsen, and Headlee worked.

As the sun began to lower behind the palm trees to the west, the women decided the group of a dozen paid workers and tired volunteers deserved a break. The rest of the work could wait until later. This evening, they wanted to visit with children before darkness made venturing out in the camps too dangerous.

They went inside the home to wash up as the driver who had spent several days with them prepared the car for departure. "They work so hard," he said with a look of amazement. "Does everyone in America work hard? I've never had day like that," he said as he wiped the sweat off his face.

The women loaded into the blue SUV and headed to the largest camp located in the part of the city that remains standing. On the bumpy roads, soldiers stood armed with machine guns and wearing medical masks. Almost as numerous as the soldiers were the orange or yellow bags stacked on the side of the roads. On one road, the bags of bodies were loaded onto a large truck that would dump its load in the mass grave near the airport.