don't laugh! We had an escape route planned through to Kuwait in case the Iranians got too close for comfort. I don't know if it was through Mutla Ridge - I just sort of thought we would charge through a hedge somewhere. sigh. Such is youth. The tracers were pretty though. And I used to wave back at the troops in the Iraqi helicopter gun ships as they flew over the swimming pool. Poor sods - just used to hope they made it home. (although having seen us in the pool maybe they prayed they wouldn't!)

We drew the line at jumping into the trenches which were dug around our houses, though, after someone saw another ex-pat (not mentioning the nationality) was seen leaping into one and causing a panic, only to find out he went there to cr9p!

Life is rich, isn't it just?