Desert Storm-The 21st Anniversary

So, it was 21 years ago Desert Shield was transformed into Desert Storm. I can still recall watching wave after wave of jets heading north over our position.

Got any war stories to share?

9 thoughts on “Desert Storm-The 21st Anniversary”

  1. Much earlier that day, my tank battalion had left from Dammam in city buses and “low-boy” HETs to move out to the middle of nowhere. Sometime short of midnight, they pulled our massive convoy over at a log stop. Just after some vaguely remembered chow, they moved us all into a D7-dozer wide ditches in a typical Army knee-jerk reaction to combat about to occur many, many, many miles north of us. As we sat there, cold and bored as hell, we year engines in the air as one of our guys repeated shortwave radio news from a mono earphone to us – the announcement from Shield to Storm. Then we saw “stars” moving across the sky until they hit an invisible line to the north when the lights went out. A while later (as we all drifted in and out of a fitful sleep wrapped in the usual blanket of stress, boredom, uncertainty, annoyance, and humor we all knew so well), the noise returned and the moving lights reappeared to our north, southbound and likely a lot lighter in the pylons. We then loaded back up in those very uncomfortable buses for the rest of that miserable Tapline Road drive to someplace NW of KKMC to begin training. We sat out there in the sand for about a month, then moved up to just outside arty range of the Iraqi border. We sat there for a few days, watching the B52s and later the Apaches rip north. In those weeks, we learned very well that deserts in winter ain’t that warm… Then we did our own move across the LD. Bless the guys who pounded the bad guys from the air for more than a month. It made it all a lot less complicated for those of headed north. It was more complicated for those we encountered…


  2. I distinctly remember that period. I was in the USAF, had been retraining from F-15/F-16 Crew Chief into C-5 Flight Engineer. My first training missions were part of Desert Shield, flying into KKMC, King Fahad, Thumrait, and other lovely spots, hauling bullets, beans and bombs. I was at Dover, in the dorms with the rest of the dorm-rats watching TV when the bombing started. We went nuts.

    Then began the real fun: turning that trickle of supplies into a flood of resupply. Lots of staged missions to Spain and Germany, then downrange, then back to Europe, then back downrange, Europe, eventually home for a short spell. Rinse, repeat repeatedly.

    But the feeling of watching months of build-up turn into reality was a real thrill.

  3. Proud to say that I was in 2/2 ACR out of Bamberg… those days all kinda melted together for me. True though, that was a cold place in February. Odd as it may sound, I do believe that I saw a SKUDD out of the corner of my eye one night while on guard… probably headed for Hafr al Batin. But we were already far north of there and dug in.

    1. I was actually loaned out to a Bamberg unit, 7/6IN, for Desert Storm. My regular unit, 1/6IN was still M113, so they took all of us dismounts, and attached us to 7/6IN.

      In my brief time in Bamberg, I met some great Cav soldiers, including your only KIA. Good people.

  4. Other than telling about being called at 0230 hrs to be informed that I was called to active duty to support DS/DS, no.

    Paul L. Quandt

  5. My story is pretty lame. I ETS’d fro active duty 8 days before Saddam rolled into Kuwait and then sat in college watching the war on the TV, sure that I was missing “my only chance.” (When you are young, you think like that…) Little did I know I would have three more shots at going to Iraq. I did receive a very late night phone call from our gracious web-host here though one night before he crossed the LD, and did have his CIB literally thrown at me the next time I saw him…

    1. Yeah, I have to admit, I wasn’t too gracious at that time. Sorry ’bout that.

      Oddly, the first real news coverage of the war that I saw was stuff Esli had recorded from CNN. I watched tapes of it while staying at his home.

    2. I was in my 2nd semester back in Engineering School when the bombing started. The instructor for my fluid mechanics course in the fall semester was Lebanese and we all called him Saddam Hussein. He was actually a nice guy, and not muslim, and he would playfully stick his finger in our eye, particularly those of us that had, or were serving (several of my classmates were TARNG Armor Officers), and we would tease him back (I would ask him how the Camels were faring, and such).

      Once combat started in January, those of us who were out, and the NG guys would sit around and chew the fat about the news we were getting, and we allowed some of the ROTC cadets into the circle from time to time. The Vets and the NG guys usually stuck together for class and later. The ROTC guys often didn’t have the time to spend with us, but they tried to keep up with the coverage. I had a 4″ B&W TV in my room that often kept on so I had CNN blaring in the background. I had to turn it off and put it away by the end of the 1st week as it was getting to be too much of distraction.

      What was the problem Brad? Irritated because you buddy abandoned you to go join the movers and shakers?

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