Christine Marie:  

I miss the searing sand stinging your legs as the hot winds blow across the enormous sand dunes. I miss the smell of the salty sea water lapping at the desolate shores. I miss the constant buzzing of the flies and mosquitoes as they fill the air with their musical torments. I miss the weekly run of the exterminator trucks slowly moving through the compound with their heavy choking fog leaking through every crack. I miss the warm swimming pools with the inexhaustible sound of children playing and parents tanning. I miss the long bumpy rides to Dhahran Academy in our long yellow buses traveling on the ancient dirt roads. I miss the grit between your teeth and the fine powdery dust covering everything after a blinding sand stor...Expand for more