He's the heat or the desert. He who has dust settle upon his face. He doesn't know what he's been told, but he knows that the wishes of the people can't be controlled. A soldier who knows no disgrace, for he has no compass. He brings freedom to all who bend their will.
He's dirty and faceless, waiting to heed instruction. He's on his own, an invisible warrior. He fights for justice in a forgotten place, fulfills his duty, then vanishes without a trace.
He needs no medal for the men he kills.
He is Khamsin, the desert storm. A wind of destruction.