November 15, 2008
An Atlanta video photographer goes to kuwait part three
About 6am, I wake up to the sound a clomping boots andshuffling denim. Our tent is being invaded by two hundred helmeted, armed, loaded-down soldiers, themselvesjust-arrived from germany. It was a hell of a sightto wake up to– Eddie and I both started laughing inour sleeping bags. We thought we were beingassimilated by the borg. Neither of us felt like an Atlanta video photographer.We get up. The sun is up. The temperature is already warm.
The sand storm has abated only somewhat.By midmorning, I’ve got a crunchy coating. Lacking ashower, i felt like a forgotten piece ofroom-temperature kentucky fried chicken.