oNormal" style="MARGIN:0in 0in 10pt;">In 2004 I was sent to Kuwait in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. As I headed for the plane, I grabbed my brand new copy of Desert Dances. That became the soundtrack of my life for the next six months. Many a day I stared out at the austerely beautiful landscape of the desert while listening to Desert Dances, and all along wishing I was in Scotland sipping a wee dram.