I served near the air field at KKMC, we weren't part of the air field or the city, like no mans land. I remember a sand storm driving a Duce & Half back from picking up supplies, the trail was just tire tracks in the sand. I finally had to stop with no reference points left and zero visibility, after an hour of sitting and waiting, it pass through, I could see I wasn't far from passing a main road and heading out to nowhere, my camp was behind me.
The showers at the gymnasium were a treat when you could find a vehicle and time to get there. There were multinational troops there all the time, British, Egyptian. A few of us wandered around the adjoining complexes and found a dining hall so we walked in and helped ourselves, a lot of stares as we were all cover in dirt and had our weapons & LBE on. We didn't get thrown out but were told nicely by an officer not to come again, that was for the command and control units at KKMC. I didn't see General Schwarzkopf.
Scuds were fun there, if it was dead quiet you might be able to hear the alarm going off in the city. Most times you would know from the Patriot missiles vapor trails. One night early on in the Air War I was standing outside the tent smoking and saw plane after plane taking off, heading almost straight up just a cone of fire from the after burners. It took a few minutes for my brain to figure it out, they were scrambling the air field to get all the planes off the ground, the Scuds were projected to be targeting the area. When the Patriots did hit one, the chunks coming down were almost the size of a Duce & Half, tents or the trailers you worked out of wouldn't protect you so we gave up caring, there was a bomb shelter where we slept but during the day you would have to run there in about 8 minutes. It was easier just to watch the vapor tails to see if they hit any like fireworks.