8/4/90 Day Three

On the third day, I changed my journal writing format into a letter writing style to allay Mario’s fears about me being mistaken as a spy. Although the world around us was in chaos, the activities within the walls of our compound seemed almost vacation-like. It was impossible to ignore our situation, but remaining behind closed doors gave us some semblance of sanctuary. All we could do was to keep a low profile, and wait.

Dear Carol, (I'll pretend this is a letter now.)

I know you couldn't imagine me in the comfort of an air conditioned home, while the country I'm in is at war. It has been quiet since the first day. We went out again to the market today for more canned goods. There were a few soldiers posted at different street corners. There was also heavy military traffic heading south. The international communication lines are out now. You're probably worried sick. May God keep you well.

I slept better last night, although I half-expected to be wakened for a search in the middle of the night. We played pool yesterday, then trivial pursuit in the evening, until after midnight. We still listen to the radio every hour, BBC. We hear Iraq plans to start withdrawal tomorrow. We think that highly unlikely. We are eating well for the moment. That little voice that I try to ignore, whispers to me that “any meal may be my last.” The embassy put out the word to stay put. It’s hard waiting. It will get harder still. God be with us. God be with my family.

We heard that the Iraqis confiscated a truckload of food being delivered to the SAS. Our rooms may be cleaned out by now. I left a big bag of peanut M&M's in the fridge in my room. Somebody said that the 747 passengers who were stuck at the airport, were moved to the SAS. Again, I'm glad we're at Mario and Sarah's, though I feel that I'm really imposing on them. I think we're missing that Christian bond. I bowed my head and said a dinner prayer this afternoon. Nobody said anything. I don't think anyone even noticed I was being reverent. I have strong faith in God, but not about by personal welfare. That really is such a minute concern. Not to the people who love me, of course. But then God loves me. That is not on the same level.

The waiting is harder for George & I. Our families are on the other side of the world, with no idea of how we are. We have no idea on how we will be. Sarah told me I could have these two Arabic dolls for Jesse and Jenny. Cost her 17 KD. After this ordeal, just a big hug should be satisfying enough. We are praying for such a chance. Well I am, anyway.