Kuwait, I remember you

Water, is what Dan and I are thinking an hour after arriving in Kuwait.
Oh, Kuwait it's like I never left.
I remember the parched feeling like your blood has turned to mud. I remember the sky, that orange dust sticking to your throat. I remember the heat, only a problem if you move. I remember the sweat drenched shirts and the smell of smoke.
Hopefully we will have a flight out of here in a few days. For Kuwait is a sort of limbo between the heaven of being comfortable at home and the hell I anticipate we will find in Afghanistan.
And yes I am still thinking, "I can't believe I'm here again." As usual there is no one to blame, but myself.
Stay tuned the adventure is just beginning.