Again, this sand, endless sand everywhere, and on the armor - at least fry an egg. I am no longer afraid of ambushes and minefields, but of this damned sun - it will soon finish me off. Ahmad, our guide, says that we were still lucky with the weather. And "unlucky" then - how is it? Fortunately, the equipment still endures, starts up regularly and does not boil, although we probably change air filters more often than we fill in fuel. Yes, this beast seems to work only on filters. Well, at least it was possible to profitably give up ATGMs on a seemingly high-quality woven carpet and a couple of barrels of drinking water, all the same, they are of no use here. Okay, let's get together! It's time for work. Galanin, start the engine. Let's try to survive another day.