0945 hrs. Well, here I are. There you are. Seven weeks since I left. We had a lot of fireworks last night. It started about 2140 hrs. Red tracers from the direction of the Persian Gulf, red tracers from somewhere to our right, a big explosion, machinegun fire, pretty exciting stuff. Danny got some of the tracers on video. He also picked up sounds of machinegun fire, and me passing gas. I guess I'd give myself away if I were in combat. Of course we did have chili for lunch yesterday. I'm still gassy this morning. What's new? No big breakthroughs reported on the news this morning. We're still worried about house searches. Today is my day for dish washing duty again. We're supposed to be having omelets for lunch. They don't fill me up very well. Hope to continue my letter as long as I'm here. Don't know what will happen if they take us from this house. I doubt if I'd be allowed to bring this computer.
1220 hrs. Sarah just heard that six American males were allowed to leave because of health problems. We think that means that George got out. Praise God! Maybe there's hope for us yet. Oh yea, dish washing sucks! I had to get that out. You're getting a dishwasher, like it or not. Whenever that may be. I wonder if you've gotten my letter yet? How are the girls? Our (planned) vacation is almost over. Jesse starts school Tuesday, doesn't she? Have you gotten her some pretty school clothes? It's sure been a wonderful summer, hasn't it? Mario and Sarah have been doing a lot of packing. They must be planning to leave here soon. For them, it seems that women, children and Maltese will be able to get out. I'm jealous. I'm angry!
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