• Chapter 73: Kuwait Tour

    March 9, 2016
  • Things were so much better these days. I was sleeping through the night, I didn't have to drive Ryder around and put up with his nonsense, and it was so good to be back with my friends. Although many of us were still separated in various parts of the desert, I was thankful to be with guys I knew.

    We sometimes sat around and played cards, read or wrote letters, and listened to music. Others would have scorpion fights. I had never seen one before until today. Any time a Marine found a big scorpion, he kept so he could have scorpion fights with someone else. I even saw one fight between a scorpion and a centipede. I'll give you one guess who won.

    I wrote the following letter to my mom:

    "Hi momma. How are you and Sugar doing?" Yes, she had a Dachshund at the time named Sugar. That's where I got the name for my Dachshund from. I mentioned getting a letter from someone, but I don't remember who she was. Anyway..."It looks like we won't be leaving here until mid May. I thought it would be early April. Hopefully I'll be in Dallas by the end of May. It's a warm sunny day today. I haven't done much. I have a book I'm reading called Death Force and is pretty good. We have a miniature game of clue and I win most of the time. We play spades every now and then too. We try to keep ourselves busy, but it's not easy. Wednesday we took a tour of Kuwait City. We were going to go again Friday but some Marines had grenades thrown at them by terrorists. No more tours."

    I remember driving through the streets of Kuwait City. I could tell that it was a beautiful city at one time. Now it was riddled with bullet holes as well as great big gouges in buildings where tanks shot at. It seemed like unnecessary destruction. I couldn't even imagine what life must have been like during the past several months.

    Children would run up to us along the streets and wave at us. I heard one child saying what was probably the only English words he knew; "American G.I.s!" A lady threw a bouquet of flowers up to us and blew us a kiss with tears in her eyes. It was an emotional roller coaster to say the least. I was happy and thrilled to see the people we came to save. I was angry at what the Iraqis had done to them and their country. And I was heart broken at the sight of those who were still crying tears of joy, days after being liberated.

    One elderly man who spoke English told us that they drug his son out into the middle of the street and shot him in the head with his wife and two young children watching. They took two of his neighbors and hung them. I could go on about what we saw and what we heard from the Kuwaitis, but it's pretty depressing, so I won't torment any of you with it. They say "Misery loves company." That's a lie. I wouldn't want anyone to deal with the miserable memories that I have worked so hard to forget, and will now have to work equally hard to forget once again when I finish this blog.

    “You can't patch a wounded soul with a Band-Aid.” 
    ― Michael Connelly

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