The year was 1941 during the Second World War in the Northern African Campaign. A small British camp was set up near a communication trench on the dunes on the Outskirts of Tobruk, Libya. The silent and frigid evening was illuminated by lights and lanterns. There were simply the sounds of quiet discussions or footsteps on the sand and wooden floors. A British commando in the trench was observed squinting his eyes and looked off into the distance.

"Hm... lovely...."

He laughed quietly to himself, then tilted his head to look out into the far desert.