Fast Forward
Kuwait, 28th of February, 1991: The celebrations over the ceasefire were widespread. Hussein had given up, or so it seemed. A beer tent was set up at our staging area and we were allowed to take a night off and drown our wounds, be they mental or physical. I wanted to go celebrate with the rest of my Battery and I headed out with one of my best friends SGT Morrison. We knew that the end of the war would mean we were going home soon. Our unit was not allocated to remain behind; in fact we were being deactivated as soon as we returned. We did not even have to worry about any of our equipment; it was being left in Kuwait. We would be home within a few weeks. As we approached the shelter that was raised just for the sake of ceremony and saturation my light heart became heavy. Here we were in the middle of a war torn city, Kuwaiti and Iraqi bodies still being processed just a hundred feet away. How could anyone celebrate and be happy? I know it was not out of disrespect for the dead that the festivities were allowed. It was because it was all ending and we were going home soon. I could not help but think about all those suffering because of what had happened since Kuwait was invaded. The lump I had in my throat since the war began got larger, instead of visiting the beer tent I told Sgt Morrison that I was going to spend some time alone. He seemed to understand and clapped me on the shoulder and told me not to carry to much weight on myself. I walked to the perimeter of our site and sat down to watch the sun set over the salty foreign gulf. I could hear the laughter in the background as the memories of the tortured and the dead played their slideshow in my mind and I knew the laughter I heard was not my fellow soldiers painting the “desert” red, it was from Hussein who has already accomplished that feat. Hate took something from me that day and left a scar that will never heal. This war was over, I was going home. Another was on the Horizon.
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“The gladdest moment in human life, methinks, is a departure into unknown lands.” – Sir Richard Burton