I was in High School in downtown Vancouver. All the pinkos were losing their minds over it, crying in the hallways. I couldn't wait to get home to watch CNN. I remember the big build up to the invasion, and seeing as this was the first time I had seen something like this, it was very memorable. I was excited and happy (?) that the invasion had started.
Being quite young and naive (17), and wanting to be a part of it, I enquired at the US embassy about joining the USMC, US Army, etc. After many phone calls & letters, I was told that by the time I was in a position to go over, it would be 1993. Seeing that the Iraqis were beeing pummelled at an amazing rate, I dropped the idea.