My time in the Cav are and always will be my best memories of my 9 1/2 years in the Army. I was assigned to Ft. Riley from the 25th Infantry in Hawaii where I received all my Jungle Warfare Training, so I know what time in the "bush" is like. I would like to think all of you for your service for it is you we learned from, good or bad. Desert Storm was a dry war except for the "Neer Beer"...Yuk!! I was a light wheel vehicle mechanic but as you know in the Cav, you have no job. It's whatever your placed in at the time. I've done time in Bradley's, M-1's and Hueys and enjoyed them all. Before Desert Storm, I was the Squadron Driver's Training NCO. Teaching safety to all our young soldiers and I really enjoyed that. In Desert Storm, I was the combat Trans NBC NCO. I remember the day we left our families and left on that long flight to Saudi. We had a short layover in Belgium and then on to King Faad airfield. We left the freezing weather to hot and even with all my desert training at NTC, it was a sight to behold.I have never seen something so flat for miles. For the next 3 or 4 days we unloaded our equipment at the docks and trained on things we knew over and over again. I never saw those young soldiers so willing to learn, but they knew this just was not field time. We then left what was called the MGM Grand (Kobar Towers), to TAA Rosevelt. It was a long drive up Tapline Road and I had SGT of the Guard that night. I remember seeing bedouins that night all travling in caravans and feeling uneasy about all the commotion we caused them. There until G day -5, we stayed. When they were supposed to be having peace talks which fell thru, we tried one time to make some hooch from our dired MRE (meals ready to eat) fruit. We got a recipe from someone in our any soldier mail. Boy, did we all get sick, and lucky none of us got court martialed...I remember the night the air war started. the F16s were flying so low as I was running out to my fox hole the vacuum sucked off my helmut. Did not have to tell me to fasten that chin strap anymore...I will never forget the night an F16 crashed outside our camp. The pilot went down with it so not to hit our camp. The Air Force had us dig through the wreckage looking for remains. We only found part of a boot. I read a story from one of those books and learned his name...I wrote his name and the date in my calendar. It was good to know his name. Gday -1, we were at the berm not even a 1/4 mile from Iraq Republican Guard. It was 2am and the MLRS went off scaring the hell out of me. I wished they would have warned us. I did not sleep for the next 4 days. We were constantly on the go. The M1's and Bradley's knocking out Artillery and Armor units. Cobra and Apache's taking out Infantry and T-27's. We got the word that we were going to close the door on Kuwait and catch Iraq in a box, and we did. I was so proud of the unit I served and the people in it. Young boys became men and men became wiser. I will never forget going into Kuwait from Iraq. I remember my fear of mines. There were a lot of them, searching bunkers, my training in the Orient was used her checking for mines and booby traps. Learned a lot from thos Thai soldiers on my Cobra gold trip. Those Thai soldiers are good! By nightfall we were deep in Kuwait and I remember seeing what I thought was a truck stop and joking that I hoped they had hamburgers and come to find out, it was the oil fields burning. The closer we got, it brought tears to my eyes, no matter how bad it was it was beautiful at night. So bright and high it burned. It was also easier to spot the enemy at night. In the Combat Trans we were a small group. The whole Squadron had only a little over 300 in it, but the combat trans was forward of the rest. We captured over 1800 POWS that night. Most gave up quite easy but there were those stubborn Iraq-Iran war vets who thought they were God, who they soon met with. We were north of Death Valley as it was known. We were to capture and seize Safwan Airfield which was strongly guarded by the Republican Guard. It was a long night but the morning brought victory to the Quarterhorse and we moved in on that Airfield. It was now cease fire and rest time. I crawled on the hood of my Hummer and crashed, just to be woke up by an Iraqi soldier wishing to surrender. I remember that he scared the s--t out of me because he had an AK47 and I asked myself, How the hell did he get this far in with a weapon. But he soon turned it over to me and I escorted him to the POW site with a perimeter of Bradley's for guards. We were told Safwan was to be the site of the peace treaty and cease fire. Just remember this, your Quarterhorse soldiers captured that airfield and we were there long before anyone else. That day we did body detail, collected weapons and document, gave POWs food, gas masks and blankets that we had collected. We gathered the largest cache of weapons during Desert Storm. It made Life Magazine. Stormin' Norman showed up the day of cease fire and spent time with us. He promised us all steak and burgers, we said, yea right! We had a bunch of Iraqi equipment lined up on the runway approaching the tent. Gen Norman told us to move it. He said "boys, we want a cease fire, we do not want to embarass them. The Iraqi Delegation showed up and the rest is history. We spent the next month doing checkpoints in Iraq and breathing all that burning oil. Yuk...I'm proud to be a vet and even more of being a Quarterhorse vet..So this to you my friends..Prepared and Loyal... PS: Gen Norman sent up 3 refer vans full of Saudi steaks, burgers and hot dogs and last but not least, Schlitz Neer beer!!!