fixing a hideout

8/20/90 1800 hrs. Just wrote you a quick note. I pray God will direct it to you in good speed. We have been fixing a hideout in the ceiling, and stashing our foodstuff in there. We can all get up there in under three minutes. If we are warned that soldiers are searching homes, we will hide out up there. If we are not warned, some of us may make a dash for it anyway. There have been unconfirmed reports that some people have been taken from their homes. I don't want you to worry too much. God will watch over me, and there are friendly Kuwaiti's in the area. Sorry about our vacation, our anniversary, this whole flippin’ mess. Never again! See you for now.

8/21/90 0800 hrs. Good morning, Bun. Dreamt about you last night. It's time to listen to BBC radio. Three days is the time left until Iraq has ordered all embassies to move to Iraq, otherwise the people lose their diplomatic immunity. That ought to cause some s#@t. I'm sure the UN will evoke Article 42, to enforce their last resolution with force if necessary. How much longer? We started working on a 1000 piece puzzle yesterday. We'll probably finish it today.

Not much new on the news. We're still not going anywhere. We've been apart a long time haven't we? I can't wait to see you and the girls again. I pray for you all. I pray about Jesse's heart. God watch over us all. I sure wish we were together. In the USA. I want to come home.

1615 hrs. I don't know how many ways I've imagined the homecoming. Kisses and hugs and crying, hugs, crying and kisses. Can't wait. It's a down day for me today. No end in sight, no definite news of what the heck's going on. I feel empty. Celebrating our anniversary without you tomorrow will be hard too. This really sucks. Miss you. Miss yelling at the kids. Love you. Don't miss work though. Guess I’m putting the blame on them for me being stuck here.