Phantom 1979

The sandstorm blocks out the sun, they push on.

The camels su ffiumb to the conditions. Sti fi they pre fi on.

harsh sand tears at them.

Li k e sandpaper … Must shield M a n a r.

I’m starting to think we were safer with the Nazis.

And on through another long night …

As the sun rises the next morning …

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W h a t t h e..!

Q a f ! *

Hard to imagine anyone fighting over this desert.

* S t o p

Great entrance fe fias. Butif you plan to rob us, you may be disa ffointed.

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