A little late

We've been over here for a little bit now, and it is strange that there are new soldiers coming in and reminding us that we were just like them when we got here. Now they ask us the questions, we helpfully give them some answers. The days are passing, hopefully a little more quickly.
The army gave me a new book today, one about Iraq (odd, since we've been here a long time, would have been nice back in January) and upon opening it up, I read that Sadaam Hussein is president of Iraq. Oh, well, i t is the army after all. It also said that last month is when most of dust storms in our AO occur, so what happens in this moonth? The worst storm we've had since we have been there. The shuttle astronauts probably could see it.
Pity our poor LT, he's trying to get home for leave, and the plane isn't taking off due to the storm. I think he has been to the airport five times today. Maybe tomorrow.
The dust (remember it isn't a sand storm, it is a dust storm) is very fine and gets in everywhere. In your room, on your stuff, up your nose and in your lungs. I wore goggles and a "gator neck" over my mouth and nose in an attempt to keep the dust out. Think of the consistency of chalk dust.
The air is orangish and I didn't see the sun today at all.
Open your door and it comes in with you, close the door and it still comes in. These are not the best built trailers you know.
My eyes burn due to the dust and they feel scratchy all day. This life in a dust storm. And we don't get a "dust day" equivalent of a school's snow day. Oh well!