I was restless again last night. Got up about 0600 hrs, listened to BBC, then took a shower. No word yet, about when foreigners will be allowed to leave. The news got word about homes of private citizens being ransacked. Carol must be a wreck. Still no international communications. I'm okay, Bun. I love you. There is no situation that could change that.
1040 hrs. George, John and Mario went for a drive. I'd rather go for a plane ride.
Here I am, in the middle of a war, but I don't want to be here anymore. (short poetry)
Maybe I'll go next door and practice playing pool. At least there's that to do here. We heard some areas have lost water. There goes the adrenalin again. I restrung Mario's twelve string guitar yesterday. Now I'm getting blisters on my fingers.
1530 hrs. We can hear prayer time over the loudspeakers at the local mosque tower. Nap time for everyone here. I have been trying not to take naps. Afraid I'll miss something. Hard to keep my eyes open though. We had stuffed peppers for lunch. Yesterday it was chicken curry. We still have a good stock of food supplies. The guys bought some Iranian bread yesterday. It is pretty good. Like pita style, only a different grain.
I guess some of the tanks are gone, but they’re still checking people on the main roads. Don't know if we'll ever get to retrieve our belongings from the SAS Hotel. I wish I had those peanut M&M's.
Are we afraid to be Christians?
What might people say,
if I bowed my head in public
and closed my eyes to pray?
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This blog is a publication of the daily journal which I wrote while living in hiding in Kuwait during the 1990 Iraqi invasion. I was in Kuwait on business as a defense contractor, and my two week trip turned into a 4-1/2 month ordeal.
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