Feasting my eyes the glittering blue of the Gulf -- a big change from the monotone world of sand -- I felt a sense of calm.
I spent the night crawling on and off trucks, pulling, cutting, tying. Doing what some would call man's work. Working alongside third country nationals who stared and laughed at this soldier, this woman, working and joking with men that were definitely not her relatives, struggling and finding a way to do the same job that they did. If it's work, can I call it a vacation?
It's almost like someone somewhere knew I needed this.
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