Still in Kuwait...

8/16/90 Thursday, 1336 hrs. Well, I'm still here. Just flippin’ wonderful. The word came back last night around 2200 hrs, that our escape was put on hold. I went to bed at 2230. The ups and downs were wearing me out. I slept pretty good. Guess there were explosions last night, and I didn't even wake up. Ray, one of the local Kuwaiti resistance guys, was by this morning and said that he saw one of the Iraqi officers hanging from a crane. We heard another was hanging at the Meridian Hotel. I think it's party time again. Claudette made meat loaf today. What a treat! Some of us have been teasing Sarah about all the veggie meals. I think she gets insulted too easily. Too bad (attitude is acting up again). I hate it here.

We are still left hanging up in the air. Adrian and Wanda went to see their Embassy warden today. Although the previous routes are closed, there may be the possibility of another route. We could leave as early as 0600 hrs tomorrow. We have to try. What do we have to lose? Our lives? No. We still believe that the worst that could happen is that they'll turn us back. I really want to be home for our anniversary. Whatever day it is that I do make it back, will be one for the annals of history. It will be a day to celebrate for the rest of our lives together. We will get out of here. Just keep the faith (easy to say).

When Adrian and Wanda were out, they heard that the Iraqi Embassy was bombed. Chalk another one up for the Kuwait resistance. They also said that a car was burning right now, around the corner from us. Kind of like living on Evergreen in Detroit. Guess we'll continue our pool tournament today. Love you always.

1620 hrs. S@#t! S@#t! S@#t! More rumors. Confirmed rumors. Iraqi's are telling all Americans to gather their foodstuff and go to the Hilton. No frigging way! We figure they will hit the hotels first, to pick up foreigners. Next rumor, they want to collect the Brits too, at another hotel, the Hyatt. We are afraid once again. Danny and Phill are out. They have been contacted and told to stay put. We have wrapped wire around the gate, to prevent entry. We haven't heard from the American Embassy in a week. Still unable to get through on their phone number. The Brits with us hear from their people almost daily. It sucks being a peon.

1635 hrs. Danny and Phill are back. Danny probably figured this is where the most wine is stashed. Please Lord, see us thru this mess. There is a place in the ceiling to hide, but I don't know if it would hold all of us. I don't think we would be able to keep Carrera quiet enough, anyway. She’s about four years old.