In the dunes and sands of Africa war wages, guns and artillery dispense shells the world rages, but in the embers a battle, there's a few men most bedraggled, who attempt to wade their way on once was plages. In a tank they plough the grains like caterpillars, looking for a well where they can be can fillers, but only dregs can be discovered, as the grit lays bare and covers, what would they give to find a place that contained chillers. Pursued by Jerry who is also rather parched, as they've been walking, hiking, stepping as they're marched, towards a battle for the source, a place where water finds its course, the whole shebang under the sun, Saharan scorched.
