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done yet. We were closing in on Kuwait City. I could feel it in my bones…but
that was really just speculation on my part.
“Hey Gunny, what do you think? You OK up there?”
“Good to go, Witch. Just watching the wheels turn.”
This was one of the most intense few clicks so far, I thought to
myself. As we were closing in on Kuwait, I was praying out loud to myself
that for no reason whatsoever would something happen, out of the blue to
cause myself and Gunny to not make it all the way with Delta Company and
the 1st Marine Division. I could feel the presence of Task Force Ripper all
around us. Not only could I hear them, but I observed the intermittent firing
of weapon systems, ending abruptly with an explosion in the distance with
the detonation of ordinance finding its mark. Yet the LOG just kept pushing
along without incident, and another click went by.
Minutes turned into hours and I observed the sun setting on the
horizon…slowly…timelessly dipping… dipping…and now gone from sight. A
strange purple glow emitted, and a surreal scene was created in the smoke
wafting through the area. I thought to myself that might just be one of the
strangest sunsets I’ve ever seen.

Mother Nature was struggling under the onslaught of so much oil and smoke in the
atmosphere. This night as the sun began to set, moisture and cold air mixed with the hot oil
fires creating a scene similar to a Sci-Fi photo… Reiterating the fact that “we’re not in Kansas
anymore”. Note the Pepsi soda can pictured allowed belt-fed ammo to easily feed into the
7.62mm machine gun – a trick used by many Marines.

“Gunny, did you see that sunset? Wasn’t that amazing looking?”
“It’s like we’re in someplace in outer space. I’ve never seen
something look so odd.”