It was a cold, damp September morning. At about five, while still dark, Rush woke like usual to get off to work on time. She picked up the paper from the cold, wet patio and expected what she saw, “US to Invade.” In the President’s Address last night, these were his words. She, and the rest of the nation, knew that this was going to come about for a couple weeks now.

It all started in the summer when the President of France, Jacques Chirac was assassinated. It was kind of ironic, because, well, this is how the First World War had started. But during that time, it was the Serbian President who was executed. The assassination start

I didn’t look forward to the twenty-hour ride I had before me. It was boring and all we could do was sleep or play cards. We loaded our stuff on the helicopter and said our good-byes to everyone on the base. I was quite sad to find out that Maj. Sanders wouldn’t be accompanying us to the Gulf. I wanted him there, not just to my leader, but also to be my friend and my support. I had never been away from home like this, at least not away from Rush and I knew I was in for a struggle.

Breathed from speaking lips and eyes.

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Tara Rush, Tara TV, Major Sanders, Mac Wednesday’s, Alex Frost, Essex We’ve, Air Force, LOVE Thou, Central Command, Tom Sanders’, air force, i’m sorry, can’t tell, love you”, rush woke, looked rush, answered phone, couldn’t stand, “i love you”, tears eyes, persian gulf,