We’re time traveling today, going back to Desert Storm, when the war was about to start, and then to a few years ago on the left coast of the U.S.
It was tough during the days leading into the war in December of 1989 and January of 1990. We knew what was coming. The problem was that we didn’t know when or how. Aside from the AM/FM radios we had, we were pretty isolated. No internet, no phone, no contact with the outside world.
All we know was that the war deadline was fast approaching and neither side was blinking. We thought The Enemy would come over the horizon and attack us, and it wasn’t helped when they actually fired scuds at us. We were parked near a Patriot missile battery, so we were actually a target.
It was almost a relief when the ground war started and we knew where the shooting actually was.
Fast forwarding to a few years ago. I went on a vacation to Las Vegas.
I didn’t go there to gamble, but to see the adult attractions like the Titanic Exhibit at the Luxor and the Mob Museum at the Tropicana. In searching for the link, I discovered that the museum moved late last year. There are some awesome photos with the article to check out.
Like most everything in Las Vegas, the museum was very interactive. I walked through, talking with characters in mob clothing from the 1920s. It was a lot of fun. Then I got to the last leg of the museum.
A blast of machine gunfire goes off.
You never forget.