ED: This is a snail mail letter dated March 29th

Well, we're in the middle of the Kuwait desert, and I finally feel safe. It might seem hard to believe, considering that we have no concrete walls, MP's or access to any creature comforts, but gone are the risks of SCUDs of Silkworm rockets (in case you missed it, this morning at about 0145 there was a HUGE explosion that shook the building we were sleeping in. Nobody was hurt physically, but more than a couple younger soldiers couldn't get back to sleep. I slept like a baby - a baby with an M-16 cradled in his arms). The name of the camp is Coyote, but that's actually a couple miles away. We've got a good perimeter (that's the outer edge of the camp where our defense begins) with a good field of fire (see killing area outside the perimeter) and good fighting positions (see foxholes). Morale is pretty good for the first day, but like every other place we've been sent, I have no idea how long we'll be here.

There's a rumor going around that Syria and Iran are helping out Saddam. I guess their logic is, "the enemy of my enemy is my friend." I can understand it, but after I heard that the Iraqis were murdering POW's and executing the families of their soldiers that surrendered, I cannot find any good in the Iraqi regime.

I apologize for my penmanship. The sun is going down and we don't have electricity yet. Maybe tomorrow.

Love,

Will