[After a week, the frustration and anger demons started to get their grip on me. This entry definitely reflects a pity party - RS]
Good morning world. More gunfire, chanting and screaming last night. "Allah Akbar!" Seems everyone is getting used to it. George was snoring away. I was staring out his window, which faces the gulf, to see if any masses were heading this way. No marines from the beach yet. I laid in bed for a while, fully dressed. When I dozed off, I gave in and got undressed, and went to sleep. God has brought us into another day. The news said some Brits got out thru Iraq. I guess they were working in Baghdad. I keep wondering what the heck I'm doing here. George and John came over two months ago, and probably should have been brought home the first time it was reported that Iraqi troops were massed on the border. The rest of these people have been working here for years, for the big bucks. Except Claudette. She came for a vacation to be with John and their best friends, Mario and Sarah. John's expense account was a nice benny too. But me, I left the USA the same day it was reported that troops were lining the Kuwaiti border. Nobody at work would tell me not to go. We had a clause in the contract, "Force Majeure," but it was for future business relation considerations that they made me come over for. Never again! Inconsiderate bastards. Carol better make them pay, if I'm lost to my family. Guess I have an attitude today.
Saddam Hussein
will he bring chemical rain?
The man will rant and rave
how Kuwait will become a grave.
I don't think he will budge.
He seems to hold a grudge.
How long will it be
before he brings us misery?
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