My Army buddy, GC and I got stuck in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia after desert storm had ended. We were left behind by our unit to drive our vehicles into storage when a spot opened up. For two weeks we "Languished" waiting for time to pass with nothing to do and nowhere to go. I must have stared at the ceiling of that convention center we were put in, for about 80% of the time I was awake.
That level of boredom plays severe tricks on the mind. Anyhow, one day I realized that I needed to do something to break the spell, so I got up and started to go for a jog.
I felt better.
Two days later GC was still where I had been, on his cot staring at the ceiling. I'm not sure why but I dragged him out of his cot and made him go jogging with me. After a few days he started feeling better as well. His sense of humor had returned and he referred to us as the lost boys. Specifically: “Rich and GC the Lost boys! You may not like us but your daughters will!” Once he said that, I knew he and I were out of the dark woods that our lives had become.
Although it seemed like an eternity, just a few days later we moved our vehicles to the last place we would ever see them, and then prepared to go home. Now our return was not uneventful either, but I’ll save those stories for another time.
copyright 2009 William T. Richards
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