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My father flew on a Royal Brunei plane and the dinner consisted of lobster in the coach class.

I hated flying to the ME. It seems like every 4 hours they wanted to feed us. I remember when my tank company flew from Ft Hood to Kuwait. I got no sleep. We chuckled because one of our tank mechanics looked like Sting, and a gay steward was trying to flirt with the mechanic.

We landed in Kuwait and we went straight to the motor pool to draw tanks and weapons. We loaded them onto HETTs and we went straight to the desert. All of us were tired and we just crashed on top of the tanks like dead carcasses until the sun started to burn us at 0600.

We were part of an Infantry heavy Task Force in a show of force mission for Saddam. The Kuwaiti desert was the perfect place to learn our craft as it was flat enough to control formations and the visibility could be nearly endless. I learned that the desert can be so flat that I might have to pull back tanks 100 meters to hide them at the invisibility line.

We conducted gunnery and live fire against wrecked tanks in our engagement area about 2000 meters away. None of the tanks missed the targets. Due to the terrain one of the tanks had only one target in his sector which was an M-60. He put so many sabot rounds into the M-60 that it started to glow red. The Tank Commander got bored and asked to fire at other targets in the engagement area to which I replied Roger. Another Tank Commander arced his 50 cal and hit a target either 1400 to 1700 meters away. After living 4 straight months in the desert, we were ready to come home.

At one point it was OK, then it took a nose dive...

Braniff served some good meals before they folded v