It has been nineteen years since the start of the Persian Gulf War, and it's been that long that I have continued to think about my time spent in the war. Many of my experiences come back to me in both my night and day dreams, but recently, I've been thinking a lot about the lack of communication there was between the enlisted soldiers and their superiors.
During my time in Operation Desert Storm in 1991, I found myself lost on numerous occasions and had to find my way back to base without radio contact or even a grid coordinate. I recall those times lost in the desert sands at night, and caught in the dibilitating sandstorms and realize that my life was in real danger. They were frightening times to say the least. The realization that my friends and I went the entire war without a critical tool needed in battle bothers me quite a bit. Yet, at the same time, elaborate satellite systems were erected so that we could call home. I thank God quite often that I made it through those times, but I can't help but think that the soldiers in Afghanistan today are without the proper tools they need to contact their company should they find themselves in a dire situation such as the ones that I found myself.
I love my country dearly and I care deeply for the friends that served with me in Desert Storm. I think about the soldiers that are in the Middle East now and wonder how they're doing. I hope they have everything they need to keep them safe and I wish they would come home soon. Almost every night when I lay my head down on my pillow and get snug under the covers, I think of all the soldiers who are over there on guard in the early morning hours while I am warm and restful in my bed. And then, I thank them!