Kuwait
head straight over Baghdad, which, from the safety of
American controlled airspace, didn't look much bigger than
Elmira, New York.
We touched down in chilly Kuwait City to make the most of
the eight hours we expected to be holed up in the transit
lounge. The place was filled with guys I could have seen
hanging out in Cleveland airport on their way to a
automotive aftermarket conference---beefy
middle-America types working on PowerPoint
presentations, talking football and eating McDonalds.
Except these were American soldiers. It is clear their job
isn't easy and America is asking them for an awful lot. I
would have bought a few soldiers a pitcher except that in
Kuwait you can't get a beer in the airport--or the rest of the
country, for that matter.
We liberated their country in '93 and knocked out enemy
number one this time around--I think it is about time the
Kuwaitis set up some kind of an open bar for coalition
soldiers.
Cheese--which pretty much sums up the way the airport
was decorated.
