In three short hours I would be leaving the two most adorable, freckled faced, red headed girls on my way to Kuwait. With this in mind, I sat there in the dim bedroom, gazing at the dark wall questioning the decision that I made to join the Army. I knew that in less than three hours, I would be boarding a plane, sitting in an uncomfortably hard seat, fighting the person next to me for elbow room on a tiny arm rest. However, other things were still going through my mind: How am I to explain to them what mommy was doing, and where she was going? How am I going to be able to handle all the changes headed my way? What if I don’t understand the new customs? How am I going to be living and surviving over the next year?
I awoke to a hard jolt and a squealing noise as the tires of the plane touched down. A man with a raspy voice who sounded like he had swallowed a Brillo pad came over the intercom and announced that we had arrived in Kuwait. As a result, everyone began to crowd the tiny walkways, trying to get off the aircraft like shoppers standing in line for the release of a new IPhone. …show more content…
The driver drove down a tremendously uncomfortable and jarring road, eventually arriving at Camp Beuring, Kuwait. I unloaded the bus and was greeted by the heat again, it felt like a blow-dryer set on the highest setting less than an inch from my face. A Kuwaiti man approached me, he wanted to help me with my baggage. This was my first time being anywhere near someone from the Middle East. I felt myself becoming very vigilant, like a mother bear watching over her cub. He was dressed in what looked like an oversized bed sheet, with dark suntanned skin, and eyes that could pierce through a wall. He smelt as if he hadn’t showered in days, the unpleasant smell sat in my nose for weeks. There was no doubt in my mind that this was going to take some getting used
I awoke to a hard jolt and a squealing noise as the tires of the plane touched down. A man with a raspy voice who sounded like he had swallowed a Brillo pad came over the intercom and announced that we had arrived in Kuwait. As a result, everyone began to crowd the tiny walkways, trying to get off the aircraft like shoppers standing in line for the release of a new IPhone. …show more content…
The driver drove down a tremendously uncomfortable and jarring road, eventually arriving at Camp Beuring, Kuwait. I unloaded the bus and was greeted by the heat again, it felt like a blow-dryer set on the highest setting less than an inch from my face. A Kuwaiti man approached me, he wanted to help me with my baggage. This was my first time being anywhere near someone from the Middle East. I felt myself becoming very vigilant, like a mother bear watching over her cub. He was dressed in what looked like an oversized bed sheet, with dark suntanned skin, and eyes that could pierce through a wall. He smelt as if he hadn’t showered in days, the unpleasant smell sat in my nose for weeks. There was no doubt in my mind that this was going to take some getting used