European Stars and Stripes (Newspaper) - January 10, 1991, Darmstadt, Hesse                                Desert poetry the following poems were submitted by service members participating in operation desert shield. Bedouins the bedouin chief in the Cool of the night. Moves his tribe his camels quietly on. Across the desert. Torn Between his past. And the future his Way of life. Threatened by time on the desert floor winds blow. Sand shifts  and his passage  the Sand that fills his Camel s tracks the american Soldier in the Cool of the night moves his unit his tanks. Quietly on across the desert torn Between his past and the future his Way of life threatened by time on the desert floor winds blow Sand shifts and his passage is lost Quot  x in the Sand that fills i Lis tank s tracks. Maj. Garth Bloxham . A. As i sit in the desert Sand with my weapon in my hand 1 . My. Thoughts Drift far away a. Away to the land where my children play. A. My thoughts Are of happier . Of children s laughter and Nursery  wonder if it can once again be. A ,. The Way it was Between my children and me. A. A. The Bond Between us was so Strong. But the time elapsed seems so Long. So Long for a child s mind to  happier times spent Between us All. My love for my children runs so deep. A i just Hope that theirs will keep. Keep until this crisis is past and i can be Home with them at last. Staff sgt. Danny r. Nall saudi Arabia we Are. A As ants. Underneath the magnifying Glass trying to avoid the Sun a we Are a in harm s Way it is written. In the eyes on the faces and in the conversations a answers Are weighed before questions Are asked we Are waiting. The dead Man s wait. Every meal the last but we Are not dead and we have a Choice. We Are in the wilderness a foreign land our Way is not Clear our time not yet come but we Are not lost our patience holds it is a mistake to presume we Are unprepared or unwilling we will fight we can kill a. And we will if need be for this moment we have trained and sworn the oath any Day any moment for us athe world. Stops. And conflict begins this Isa a our Center stage the eyes of the world watch us and wait will the curtain Rise we write the script set the stage with a vital difference death is real and this is no play. A sgt. . Moore a father s love 4 stripes no Giusino january 10, 799 7