Day by day we trod the wavy dunes battling to maintain a slither of hope, utter desolation reigned from all direction
And soon a sandstorm would follow.
“Alright everyone we’re going to huddle up, quickly lock up in pairs of two.!”
The men frantically hustle.
“Form the compass formation, we’ll head north toward the storm!”
“Remember, keep your backs pressed tight and try to keep up.!”
The storm w...