We finally arrived at the staging camp at al Jubail. The 2nd Armored Cavalry Regiment had not fully cleared the camp and there were no tents available for us. That first evening we slept on cots out in the open. Most rolled out their sleeping bags and slept in their clothes. Some put their ponchos over themselves. You could tell in the morning which soldiers had slept under their ponchos by the wet sleeping bags. Their breath had condensed under the ponchos and soaked their sleeping bags. Humans exude a pretty good amount of moisture in their breath. Around noon we were assigned to tents and attempted to settle into camp life.
The ship with our vehicles had not yet arrived at the port. We waited a few days at the camp. There were attempts to make some sort of a military encampment with camp chores and assigned tasks. This brief stay in AL Jubail was one of the worst experiences of our time in SWATO. Elements of our company were scattered and keeping order was a challenge. Everyone longed to get away from the camp as they knew it would be a temporary thing. I don’t recall if there was a phone center at the camp.
Within two days the commander and a small contingent deployed to the Forward Assembly Area south of the small town of Al Qaisumah. This town, located near the Waddi al Batin is just north of the Trans Arabia Pipe (TAP) Line Road. Al Qaisumah is really not much of a town as it is a collection of adobe buildings arrayed with roads. During our time here we were told it was filled with Iraqi sympathizers, I don’t know, I never went to town. The TAP Line Road is a service road running parallel to the oil line which is buried under sand.
The third day the rest of the Battalion Headquarters and some of Alpha Company left the camp under the command of the Alpha Company commander. Within 10 kilometers, the driver of my vehicle fell asleep, and we flew off the road into the ditch, whereupon we were axle deep in fine sand. Our vehicle was transporting crew served weapons, fortunately none of them were lost or damaged. A group of Military Police pulled us free using their spiffy new High Mobility Multiple Wheeled Vehicles (HMMWV). These were the first HMMWVs I’d ever seen.
The trip from the camp in Al Jubail to Al Qaisumah was around 490 kilometers. In a car, following the speed limit it should take five hours. The average driver in Saudi Arabia can probably complete it in around three and a half hours, they seem to disregard every rule of the road. In our military vehicles, we are significantly slower. At some point in the journey, we must have taken a turn at the wrong landmark, a burnt-out fuel tanker, and were just driving around in a large circle in the desert. I can never forget this. A Blackhawk helicopter flew over the huge dust cloud we were creating. The pilot flew over, banked to the left, and landed in the approximate middle of our large moving circle of vehicles. As the helicopter landed, we got a radio call telling us to stop and assemble in formation near where the helicopter had landed.
The passenger had disembarked. We had the fortune of meeting one of the 1st Armored Division Deputy Commanders, a Brigadier General. He had a short animated and loud conversation with the Alpha Company Commander, after which they consulted a map. We were dressed down by the Alpha Company commander and ordered back into our vehicles. We resumed our journey, traveling back to the TAP Line Road, and eventually arriving at the FAA at dusk.
We arrive at our destination, an epic nine-hour caravan replete with a classic ass chewing. We had also collected a strange chaotic story.