We live another day. George and I walked down to the Iranian Bakery this morning, for bread. We were late. Only five loaves available. I think I'll start inputting this journal on the PC, just for something to do.
Today we are having a pool tournament. Yesterday was Round 1. I beat Sarah, narrowly. Lucky. Then she whipped my butt in cribbage. I drank a lot of wine yesterday. Seeing where all the forces are in the desert makes me feel a little safer in the place we're staying at. We go on day by day. "Day By Day" is an appropriate song.
(poetic thoughts)
Cried myself to sleep last night
Something about this place just isn't right.
You're not lying next to me
This is not the way it's supposed to be.
8/15/90. Payday. Ha! Yesterday, John, Claudette, George and I went back to the SAS Hotel for the last time. I through everything into my suitcase, except my new luggage caddy. Now all of my clothes are here at our “hideout.” Don't know if they'll go any further. There were visitors when we got back. Leoni and Gail, and Adrian and Minuo had stopped by. Adrian and Minuo had been over before. They all stayed for chili. Danny cooked it. It didn't even come close to yours.
1030 hrs. How are you holding up, I wonder? I hope the embassy is keeping you updated on my safety. Eight more days until our anniversary. Somehow, I don't think I will be home in time for it. Angry again. A few shots woke me again last night. Now I'm writing directly onto the PC. I hope the disk survives the trip (if there is a trip). Today is what? Wednesday, John tells me. Two weeks tomorrow. The people who came by yesterday are living in apartments along gulf road. They saw the German girl who was raped. Soldiers have searched their premises. I think they are probably within range of the machinegun nests that are now established on the gulf side of the road. The soldiers have laid brick barriers on the gulf road, to force vehicles to go slow and drive in a zig-zag, right in front of these machinegun nests. I don't know if the heavier stuff has been moved to the Saudi front, or onto the beach front. We can no longer see all the tanks that lined the gulf road a week ago.
1130 hrs. Wanda and Adrian went back to their home to gather more of their belongings. Last night the news announced that any Iraqi soldier caught looting, would receive the death penalty. Someone told Bob that today there is an Iraqi Colonel hanging from a crane. We also heard yesterday, that an Iraqi tank and a jet had gone to Saudi and surrendered themselves. Also, soldiers were asking people for civilian clothes. Maybe this thing will end easier than we figured.
1815 hrs. This is it! We will make another attempt tomorrow, on a route designated by the British Embassy. There goes my stomach again. Adrian got the word, because he met his warden in person, and we have a good size group already in one location. The rules: no phone calls, three to four cars max, one bag per person. Good-bye laptop, and just about everything else. About an hour ago, there was some heavy shelling or explosions nearby. Dear God, be with us tonight, tomorrow, and always. Shield us with your love and guide us out of this land. In Jesus name I pray. Amen.
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