Trip back to hotel

8/10/90 Friday. More gunfire last night, but thanks to the wine that the Brits make in a large plastic garbage can, I managed to sleep through it all. Today we went to get "petrol" as the Brits say. Then John, George and I went to the SAS hotel. Amazingly, my stuff was still in the room. I grabbed my shorts, tapes, soap and shampoo. Sarah won't like my tapes. She's like you Bun, jazz isn't her favorite. Going to the SAS was scary. I think we did it just to do something. We were stopped by soldiers three times on the way back. I don't like being stopped by someone carrying a machinegun. My life is in God's hands. We weren't tempting fate. We decided that the soldiers weren't concerned with westerners at this point in time. There were plenty of soldiers on the gulf road. About every 100 feet or so, they were dug in with brick piles for protection.

Approx 1750 hrs. Gunfire from somewhere nearby! Voice of America says that the Iraqi ambassador says nothing can be resolved until the US is out of Saudi. Never happen, scumbag.

8/11/90 It's Saturday. The Arab summit (once it finally met) voted to send multi-Arab forces to Saudi. Your move Hussein. The radio says it can be a long time before us westerners are allowed out of Kuwait. We are pretty well stocked for food and water. Enough for a few months at least. Danny, Phill, Adrian, Wanda and Carrera went over to their respective residences today. We probably have enough homemade wine for six months now. Danny brought back more computer games, and his Commodore Amiga. Yesterday, I brought the laptop over from the SAS. The day before, Bob brought a big PC home from the bank, and also a laser printer. If only I could get word to you, to let you know how well we've adapted in our forced isolation. We are still prisoners, but we are comfortable and making the best of it. I pray daily for our safety, and for guidance out of this land.

There were soldiers in Adrian and Wanda's home. She walked in on them. Scared the s#@t out of her. They had also been in Danny's house, and taken his walkman. We have nothing here to defend ourselves with, except some kitchen knives. So far, it seems fairly secure in here at night. The gates are locked. The residences in this neighborhood are each surrounded by six-foot high brick walls. The windows are also barred. We slid some heavy chests across the front door to secure the entrance. We have three four-wheelers inside the grounds, fueled for our hasty departure. God help us. I miss you Carol, and I hope and pray to see you soon (to see you again period). But our minds can't think like that. We'd really go wacko. So, we just live each day, centered on this house, hiding from the frightening conflict occurring around us. I pray that God is with you, to soothe your stress and worry. Be well my love. Be blessed. I love you forever.