over the desert…

373 Over the desert ... - Epic chase, 1,500 miles, through sand and heat, blinding sandstorms, The Eighth Army pursued him, while above, Day and night, our planes buzzed, roared down on his battered Columns ... Shot up his transport— Gunned his positions— Harried his rearguards— Hit 'em for six— Gave them no rest— Our planes everywhere— On relentlessly, on. "Keep 'em moving "Blast his supplies!!" Wrecked wagons, Exploding dumps, Fires in the desert— In the desert night— Blazing the trail Of Victory.