We landed in Kuwait yesterday morning. It was 0650 when they cracked the door to the plane and the hot air rushed through like a wall. It was immediately apparent that we were somewhere far different from Ft. Drum. After 14 hours on a plane with only a 1 hour break in Leipzig, Germany, the chance to get up and move around felt amazing even if overly hot.
When we stepped out at noon at Camp Buering, the wind had picked up something awful, and all of a sudden the heat was at least 120 and sand was instantly in every orifice. I could feel the sweat just pouring out of my body except that because of the wind and the heat, it evaportated everywhere except under my hat and around my sports bra.
Today was spent blissfully trying to catch up on my sleep deficit, and I managed to sleep pretty much until lunch time when I decided that I couldn't really survive on water alone and some food would probably be a good idea. Luckily the DFAC here is a step up from what we had in Bagram (to include real silverware and plates). A few meetings and some classes this afternoon and then the upcoming week is going to be hellacious. Pretty much I'll be spending a lot more time in the Kuwaiti desert than I care to contemplate at this point.
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Been there. I told my family it was like standing in front of a huge hairdryer; that also spits out sand. Be safe.
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