DESERT SANDS
1. Late February 1991 … somewhere just inside Iraq with the 1st Cav. Blinding desert dust storm.
I sit nervously in the passenger seat of our M35 "Deuce-and-half", peering through the dirty windshield at the Humvee driving "point" for our little column of six trucks carrying fuel for the armor up ahead. My sergeant, who sits next to me at the wheel, keeps up a constant chatter as we creep along through buffeting gusts and swirls of wind-blown sand.
"Ya know...
Desert Sands
1. Late February 1991 … somewhere just inside Iraq with the 1st Cav. Blinding desert dust storm.
I sit nervously in the passenger seat of our M35 "Deuce-and-half", peering through the dirty windshield at the Humvee driving "point" for our little column of six trucks carrying fuel for the armor up ahead. My sergeant, who sits next to me at the wheel, keeps up a constant chatter as we creep along through buffeting gusts and swirls of wind-blown sand.
"Ya know...
Desert Sands