Reply #87: In Saudi Arabia....

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My unit was tasked to be the first group to enter Kuwait at the beginning Operation Desert Storm. I lead a Platoon of kids (Marines, to be exact), the oldest was 21, into the desert, up and down the berms until the we crossed the boarder into enemy territory.

We were Recon - tip of the spear. And scared.

We passed smoking columns of decimated Republican Guard, twisted, scorched corpses scarcely intact all while geysers of burning oil lit the ground orange and darkened the sky charcoal.

When I had to pull a Latino corporal out off a street by his helmet straps and use the last two magazines of his ammunition (I had run out) to keep the opposing force for shooting him again, I made a decision...

Never Again.

Not for Oil, not for God, Not for King.

Vote Sterling. Don't let it happen again.