I'm on my way home...

As the tailgate of the C-130 opened a Soldier shouted over the roar of the engines, "Is this still Iraq?" For a second I couldn't tell. Then the math started to add up: sand dunes, lush green foilage and cool, clean smelling air. We were in Kuwait. The destroyed bunkers on the flightline were a familiar sight from my last few times through Ali al Salem. It's a relatively small base with few amenities for the thousands of Soldiers 'just passing through'.

The transient life, living out of a duffel bag locked to a bare bunk, it less than desireable but it's just a short stop on my way home.