Where were you?
My guys found the hole in the sand between a HMMWV & M1A1. One of them, probably Deane (Tony went on to distinguish himself in the next war w a Tank TF in Ramadi), unceremoniously yanked down my poncho liner and said, "Sir, it started. We're gonna get coffee and watch." 3-69 AR, part of McCaffrey's 24th ID(M), destined for the "end run" into Iraq ("Hail Mary" sounds sorta desperate, and we were pretty badass), around Kuwait. We'd been in the desert a few months, this was our fourth move to a location closer to our border attack position, in the middle of nowhere, undetected by the Iraqi's.
Streams of aircraft headed north all day, then the next, then the next.
Best guys I've ever known. I'd die for those guys, almost did. Deane, too. And, Roden. Couple others did. They waited 'til I got my boots on. We lit morning cigars, and headed to the mess hall (half a camouflaged tent dug into the sand) for coffee.
January 17, 1991
Here is a teaser article.
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h/t article SpecialOperations.com