Blowing in the wind: I can still hear the sound even though it was many years ago. This was a supply tent, slowly being torn apart by the howling winds, laden with sand, ferocious enough to pit glass. The lighter items had long since disappeared, never to be found. Such winds were relatively rare but we were constantly needing new tents yet always hesitant to deploy them in case the ‘big storm' came and we ran out of replacements. It took about six months to get a new tent from Pakistan to libya. These were not tents you could just pick up in the souk.
Blowing in the Wind. A supply tent gradually being ripped apart during a ghibli in Libya.
