8/29/90

Hello again! Hell again! Just finished vacuuming. Doing my part to battle the Iraqis. We heard that more people were taken from a block of apartments, this morning. It was a known location for Kuwait defense support personnel, IDI I think. I keep telling myself that this place is safe. I almost don't care anymore. Hussein has said that all women and children may leave Iraq. That would be a tough decision. With you not being here, I would say that I would tell you and the children to get out. If you were here, I don't know if I could still say that. I want to get out of here, but I fear the consequence of failure. I keep thinking about the water. Could I get out in the gulf and just float down to Bahrain? Could I go out to the desert and hitch a ride on the fastest camel? We were so close that day we tried to leave. Bahrain looks so close on the map. Saudi looks so close. Only a couple hundred thousand Iraqi troops between here and there. F#@k! We played charades last night. I'm going to go up to the roof now. Quiet time for reading, reflecting and praying. Time to be alone. Feels like I am alone, even with the other people in the house. I miss you.

1820 hrs. Our love is special. Our love is blessed. Our love is forever. Can you tell that I miss you? I was on the roof for a good hour and a half today. Thought about you. Prayed. God will bring us together again. Don't know when or how, but it will be. It must! We had fish and rice for lunch. It was pretty good. Still hearing complaints about the lamb. The women may be leaving. I think Mario and John will leave too, since they have Maltese passports. If all that happens, maybe the remainder of us will get desperate and try to escape in Danny's boat. Maybe the war will start and I can just walk out of here. Maybe Scotty will just beam me up! I am trying to be optimistic and positive about all this. It's hard. Hope you are holding up okay. How's the moms? How much longer? Did you get blinds for the front room window? I heard about the tornado in Chicago, on Voice of America this morning. Did the storm hit our house? Damn it, I miss everything back there. We have such a wonderful life. There is so much to be thankful for. So much happiness, and now this! How's the lawn looking? Guess I don't miss cutting grass, or picking up dog poop. But I wouldn't complain if I could be doing both right now. I wonder if my correspondence has gotten to you. The Austrians got out. That's who we all sent letters with. Hope this diary doesn't upset you too much.