Damian.
***
It was nighttime.
Two dark green jeeps, all-terrain wheels, diesel-powered, and with no glass windows, even windshields, roared on the expanse of the lifeless desert floor. Gray overcast darkened further away from the reach of the city lights and the walls became dark silhouettes. They felt safe now. Of what had transpired, the concept of walls gave them an air of hostility.
However, they had been silent for almost an hour as they reminisced about their dead comrades back at the base. All twenty dead, cold, and instant.
The stink though still permeated the air. Their garbs, pants, and even weapons had been submerged into unimaginable streams of shit, urine, and water.
