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So here is a wierd one. I live in an air conditioned(thank god) metal box. The walls are hot in exactly the same way that a frosty mug of Yuenling lager isn't. Alot of people have gloves that they use to drive because the steering wheel can burn your sweaty little paws.

We have been rocketed alot recently. We had one attack with six rockets in one night. Evidently, there are alot of really tired people here because it seems like I am the only one who doesn't sleep through the blasts. Since we pretty much spend the rest of the night in the bunker, I usually just nestle into the coziest spot I can find in the gravel and try to catch a few ZZZs. Sleep is good. Once I am in the bunker I can sleep like a baby. You guys wake up with pillow marks on your face; I wake up all dusty with gravel marks on my face.

If you guys have never seen the movie "Jarhead" you should watch it. I don't particularly relate to the character in that movie because he is a marine in a war a thousand mile from here fifteen years ago. It is evident that the movie makers have at least seen the desert by the cinematography though. How the camera lens flares in the sun is a similar sensation to the "snowblind" white light that you see when you stumble into the sun for the first time. I go to work in the darkness and come home at about sunset. Some days I am indoors untill the sun is out and the first time each day that you see a sun this bright... hits you like a locomotive.

The tarmac is so hot you feel it with ever sense. You can taste the heat clinging to your skin, you can smell the swelter idly swirling around you. It is so hot you can almost hear the concrete hissing under your melting boot soles.

I think this is what the planet Mercury is like... No water, no life, 450 degress in the sun.

I will try to keep up on writting a little bit more.

Lots of love and sunblock
-Bert