to strains of hendrix's wait until tomorrow the humvee cuts across the desert kicking up plumes of loose sand. it looks more a dune buggy out for a joy ride than a military vehicle.
the hummer hits yet another dune and takes flight.
a long line of footprints works their way through the sand up to epps, jaeger, and wes. epps and wes trek side by side.
we see a set of three very odd tracks across the ground. it looks like something has been dragged through the sand. the camera follows the tracks to epps, wes and jaeger who crawl on their bellies. they thrust knifes into the sand before them searching for mines. we get the feeling they've been at this for awhile.
the camera pans over the vast expanse of nothingness. smoke
epps and jaeger make the long march across the sand. there's so much nothing out there it's maddening.
epps drops down in the sand. he lets his pack slide fram his back, then pulls his water and takes a healthy swig. he puts his pack back on and struggles to his feet. as jaeger crosses he takes epps by the shoulder and helps to pull him up. the two wade on.