8/26/90

Sunday 0930 hrs. Time for church. I'd probably be out fishing right now, if I were home. We will never go to the Middle East for a vacation. Last night, I read a few of my entries to Danny and Phill. The three of us probably get along the best because we are without women. I hope your friends are supporting you back home. We should've had that party before I left. Have you gotten any news about me lately? You know, they should be bringing in news to us also. I don't know if you's are well or what? My heart is very heavy at times. I'm going up to the roof to sweat, to breathe. Not much in the news this morning. I guess we're waiting to see what the US will do about the tankers on their way to Yemen. Blow the muthu’s up! Do something.

2020 hrs. Boring day. Played Scrabble with Bob (dentist) and Sarah. Lost. Played cut throat pool with Bob and Bob. Lost. Came to Kuwait. Lost. I spent about an hour and a half on the roof today. Might even have got a little sunburn. There was a gunshot around noon. Sounded like it was in the back yard. Scared the crap out of me. Maybe I'll finish that book tomorrow. I was playing on the six string guitar today, also. It has nylon strings, so it's not as rough on the fingers. The twelve string has a broken tuner key for one of the "D" strings. Bummer. We had Humus for supper. That's mashed up chick peas. Tastes awful, but everyone else likes it. For lunch, Claudette made lamb stew. It was pretty good. Sarah and Claudette didn't like it. They don't like meat. Guess that's the last lamb I'll see during this war.