back in the summer of 1980 I was offered a job as sand blast foreman at a tanker farm in Kuwait - the money was great - plenty to send home to my family, and a substantial balance paid into a Swiss bank account - accommodations in a gated community where no one bothered if you had a drink - times were tight at home, money was scarce, but as much as I hated the idea of leaving my family behind, I was seriously considering accepting the job - the next thing that happened was either Iran attacked Iraq, or it was the other way around, but what ever it was, it was two well armed very angry large nations with the postage stamp sized nation of Kuwait squeezed between them, with bombs and rockets passing over head - at least that what I thought could happen - I don't know what happened first, my decision to turn down the job, or the job disappeared - the owners of the sandblasting company decided it was too risky to work there about the same time I came to the same conclusion