Deeper into the Desert, the car has left the roads but they remain confident because they have done this many times before, the yellow sea with its frozen waves, an antiquated camel with a diesel engine surfing the lizard steppes of furthest Russia. Eternal Cossacks, the free empire of Mohamed. What prophecy could continue what was already in place and what had already passed into the struggle of thousand years. The infidel and the unbelievers, their propaganda helpless and subverting the people with their leakage of money, they come with open palms to quietly murder our brothers. This journey is an old one but they have travelled it many times in this life and in life’s past to. Yet in their waters there enemy waits, and in the skies their enemy is unchallenged, but the will of the people is incredulous to a million dead and they know that their purpose is greater than the their lives and the lives of their sons, for many times have they suffered the great oppression, the devils from the West preaching peace and bringing death. Was their own saviour not murdered by those that they would bring to steal to their ancient lands?

But powerless they never presumed themselves to be. Their silent war paid for by their enemies. To feed a monster, its unquenchable thirst for oil, and when they were ready the taps would run dry, and powerful enemy would rouse itself from its slumber but they would be ready and they would be flung back, to think again, for the Legion of Allah and the hordes of Mahomet have long prepared. Their enemy proud and thinking itself invariable does not expect.

They look at each other their eyes dark and grim, for theirs is the generation of the Martyrs, and History will call them this. But holy god is with them. Deeper into the desert they go.