It was 3:00 A.M. Although the sun?s rays had retreated hours before, its hot breath refused to dissipate from the steppes of Kuwait?s Ad Dibdibah plain. The heat attacked us from all sides. Airborne sandy powder hung above us and dimmed lights as if in a London fog. One by one, all members of the battalion encircled our small ?Band of Brothers? and cluster of convoy vehicles?they had, without being ordered, chose to wish us sa ...

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