Kuwait was a mess when we drove up to Camp Thunder Rock (now called Camp Doha).  Death and destruction littered the road. The entrance to Khafji, Saudi Arabia, the site where the Iraqi's first tried to attack, was the gateway to a road littered with the destroyed. The pathetic remains of a defeated army.  The Al Wafra Oil fields were still burning and there was an overcast pall of smoke;  a  gagging stench of oil-smoke.  The sun was blotted out as though a thunderstorm was about to let loose.  Instead it rained oil.   An environmental nightmare.

West of Kuwait City on the Jahrah Road was the other Death Valley.  Retreating Iraqis were caught by the air force, pummeled, and destroyed en masse.  Complete obliteration.  As far as the eye can see there were vehicles piled one after the other in one massive field of destruction.  Yankee army plowed a path through the carnage.  Ammo was strewn everywhere, hiding under the shifting desert sands.  

 The Brits, Americans, and the UN were stationed over at Camp Thunder Rock.  The XO gave us the directions for the road.  There was one warning; don't go souvenir hunting.  They just lost a couple of troops when they stepped on a mortar round under the shifting sands.