Kuwait

We are not leaving nor going, just joking and sitting
Complacency is palpatable, you can't stay frosty in this heat
We have water, but we can't drink it.

The volley ball net is shredded, fast moving, low flying gunships
A scorpion greets you in the morning and you shake claws with a boot
That damn chow line is an hour wait and a mile and a half long.

We are not leaving nor going, just ssmoking and shitting
Boredom is perspired, you can't keep your cool in this heat
We have books, but the binding glue is melting.

Everywhere requires walking or marching, weapons and ammo only
A border away from them, from the long knives in the night
Our shower water turns to chocolate milk, and dead skin sloughs gray.

We are not leaving nor going, just choking and crying
Routine becomes suicide, you can't be loved in this hate
We have family and friends, we just can't see them
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we did a lot of waiting and waiting, just waiting for Turkey to let us use their airspace.
And then when we got to Kuwait, we had to wait and wait for orders to move into Iraq.
You just wait and wait, and start going insane from the same routine day in and day out.

Imagine seeing the exact same people you work with, live with, sleep with, eat with, train with, and multiply that by a few months, and you see these people all hours of the day every day.