We fly into Kuwait through clouds, which I'm told means sandstorms. We get off the plane and sure enough the horizon is heavy with dust.
We're loaded onto buses for Camp Buehring, but in short time we stop at a station and get water, urinate and smoke. The people who've been deployed before swap horror stories. Just before we leave, a waft of fishy sewage breezes our way. "Welcome to Kuwait," say the vets.
About Me
- ArmyJournalist
- Hello, I am Pfc. J.p. Lawrence. I am an Army journalist who is deploying to Iraq. I'm not that good of a writer, and I'm not that good of a soldier, but if you want to know what it is like being an 18-year-old private at the bottom of the military totem pole, read on. If you want links to sites that talk about what we do, read on. If you want pics that weren't good enough for the Red Bulls Report but I think are totally awesome, then read on. If not, well then you can square yourself away soldier.
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