Friedrich Nietzsche is attributed with the famous quote, “That which does not kill us makes us stronger.” Frankly, I was better off dead after receiving those mysterious injections. I got so sick that I stayed in bed for 2 solid days and ate nothing. Every now and then someone would come and check my pulse to make sure I was still alive. It felt like the flu or something. But since I had never had the flu before, I didn’t really know what it was. I found out later that others were sick too. The rumors were that they gave us Flu shots and that’s what was making people sick. If you read my previous post, you’ll know that it was some experimental secret cocktail injection. It wasn’t the only experimental drugs they gave us. More on that later.
Well, three days later I was feeling better and back on my feet. I was so hungry I could eat an entire cow! I went for some chow at the mess hall and ate until I couldn’t eat any more. I waddled back to my room only to get sick again. I guess I over did it by eating too much, too soon. In all of this, I never went to sick bay. I didn’t like going to doctors; still don’t today. Honestly, if I had the strength to crawl out of bed, I might have. I had severe body aches and chills and who knows what kind of fever I was running. But most of the time that I’m not feeling well, I choose not to show it and continue with life hoping it goes away quickly.
My mom and grandmother once shared a story with me about when I was little and had a fever of 104. All I wanted was to go outside and play. My mom took my temperature, put her hand on my forehead and asked, “Do you feel bad?” My response was, “No. Can I go outside now?” My mom and grandmother just looked at each other and said “There’s no way. How do you not feel bad?” However, after getting those injections, I not only felt bad, I felt like I was dying!
While I was out and about, I saw an article in the paper dated December 3, 1990 with this quote by then Secretary of Defense Dick Cheney: "I do not believe the President requires any additional authorization from the Congress before committing US forces to achieve our objectives in the Gulf." I was pretty confident we were definitely going to war. And Saddam seemed pretty confident it was going to be another Vietnam for the United States. Since I was able to get out of bed, I decided to write a letter. This wasn’t like any other letter. This was my last letter home if I didn’t make it back alive. Everyone was writing one. I’m not sharing it with you yet, but soon.
"We are not intimidated by the size of the armies, or the type of hardware the US has brought." Saddam Hussein November 12, 1990