I was a sniper in the Iraqi army in 1990 and was dispated to kuwait after being drafted into the army
months before we took kuwait back. I was assigned
to monitor the old kuwait gate area from the sheraton hotel roof. a place where a lot of asians meet up as i was told before the war.
One day, on a shift change I see a silver Honda accord with a flat tyre. as I approached walking there was this kuwaiti girl wearing the local black dress that looked somewhat confused. Our eyes crossed and I sort of wanted to help but she looked
somewhat affraid as I had my Dragunov sniper on the back of my shoulder.
Anyhow, I asked her if she was ok or she needed any help. she was afraid but then she was like wondering if i can actually fix the tyre. I told her no problem and would be better for her safety if she would stay in her car while I repair it. To be honest it was better so that I would be able to lower my long rifle and not worry about it falling in the wrong hands. As i started changing he tyre our eyes crossed again from so she smiled and opened the window to thank me. I sort of felt this sinnful attitude in her eyes, so I also smiled back.
After I repaired her tyre, She offered me some money and I told her that I can't take that as I was only trying to help a lady. Then we talked a little and she asked me if I am usually posted in this area so I told her that my post is on top of the sheraton, which is now a command post for the beach operations at least most of the floors. this was in september 1990.
two days later I see the same
car on the main street flashing the headlights and beeping so I asked if I could go down and there she was again we chatted again and both complained about the war. she turned out to be just married months before the war to some other Kuwaiti guy who was into drugs and had a mistress in an area called Hawalli. Things were not so good between the couple. her name was Munya. She started to pass by after my shift change every day and she was kind enough to even get me some sandwiches everynow and then. The Army food was really crap. Then my officer started to get annoyed. but that wasn't too bad.
One day she invited me to some appartment that she said was her friend's and boy it got crazy. We fucked so hard I don't think I will ever forget it. I mean She was HOT!!!!! It went on for some three weeks where I could steal some time from my post every two or three days to please her. There was this unease of the war situation so I always tried to avoid talking about the politics with her and that sort of worked out.
I was then reassigned back to Iraq and exchanged addresses with her but we never met again. when I used to live in the U.K. before the war, there were many kuwaiti chicks hanging out in the london summers looking for Iraqis, or Palastinians to give them a really good fuck while their kuwaiti husbands are busy spending all their filthy cash on English Escorts.
We always picked them up when we were college students from edgware rd. and the upper level resraunts of whitlees mall in Queensway,
London. I am not sure of Whitelees's spelling. We also used to pick up Omani, U.A.E., Saudi, and Bahraini girls. But to be honest the slutiest were the kuwaiti chicks. Boy they're looking for it!
