Linda Maye Adams

Soldier, Storyteller

Tag Archives: Saudi Arabia

Mars a Shining Star during Desert Storm


Last week, the founder of the Mars candy company died, reminding me of how Mars bars were a shining star during Desert Storm. I’d been in Saudi Arabia just under a month.  Time’s different when you’re at war.  I know I was there six months, and it felt like years.  Our meals were the same …

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Photos of Our Camp from Desert Storm


My computer failed in December, and I ended up paying to recover files from it.  Some of these were scanned in photos from Desert Storm.  These were taken in January, 1991, when we were 43 miles (!) from the border of Kuwait.  I was told at the time it was 70km, which sounded a whole …

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Desert Storm: Scud Attack


Three days after war had been declared, Iraq launched scud missiles at us. Well, not at us specifically. More likely, it was the Patriot missile battery not far from us. I’d passed it a number of times, an ominous (word) aimed at the sky. “Ten missiles were launched at Riyadh. Nine were shot down by …

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Desert Storm: We Move Yet Again


We weren’t long at Camel Race Track before we had to move again. Apparently, the Saudis were getting ready to race the camels, so we were outta there! Our next stop put us within 70 kilometers of the border of Kuwait, which translates out as 43 miles. I’m very glad I didn’t translate that number while …

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Desert Storm: Anger in the Shadow of War


Sometimes when I write about Desert Storm, which was, for me, about five months and change, it seems like an entire lifetime went past. So many things happened, and so much of it all at the same time, and all we could do was take it one minute at a time. It was nearing mid-December, …

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Desert Storm: Moving to Cabin Village


By the first week in December of 1990, we had to move. The beach that we were camped out on was supposed to be underwater soon as the winter tides changed. We piled into a bus that was an eye opener for me — the last quarter of it was boarded up with plywood. That …

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Desert Storm: The Food at Dhahran


Army food’s always been known for how bad it is. Just watch any episode of MASH and Hawkeye complaining about the food. But I’ll let you in on a secret: When I was growing up, my mother eliminated using salt when she cooked. The meals were so bland that when I ate my first army …

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Desert Storm: First Look at Saudi Arabia


My first experiences of seeing Saudi Arabia were from the back of a CUCV. A CUCV, which is a fancy acronym, for what’s basically a suburban truck. They didn’t have enough room for all of us, so I ended up in the back area, like when we were kids and road in the back of …

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Desert Storm: Arrival in Saudi Arabia


I guess I imagined the enemy shooting at us as our plane flew into Saudi Arabia. It’s like that in the movies, and when McLean Stevenson wanted to leave MASH, the character was killed just like that. Being a writer is not a good thing when you’re going to war. There’s too many things you …

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Desert Storm: Marching into the Unknown


The media is very enamored of the phrase “boots on the ground.” Every time they talk about soldiers deploying, they reduce the individual men and women to a pair of boots on the ground. I am not a boot. I am a woman who went to war. It was October 27, 1990, and it was …

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