Sgt Owen and a family of refugees. They were Arabian (not the higher class Saudi Arabian) and were looking for food and water. They came in a dusty station wagon and just drove right up to us since we were along a major "road" to Kuwait. They let me take a picture, as long as Mom stayed hidden behind Dad.

"Dad" didn't speak any more english than "George Boosh!" which he proclaimed hands high, and "Saddam!" spit on the ground. Yeah, we gave him water and some MREs.

ASP #5 (Khanjar) March 1991.

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