The sun was

  The sun was about to split the sand from the blackness like a train making it through a mountain pass tunnel. 

     "Well don't whine about it Jack." 

     "I'm not Jack." 

     Targeted shooting had people creeping around between shelters. 

     "We'll call someone." 

     "And tell them what?" 

     An all-muscle gripped a plastic'd piece of jerky in his teeth and ripped it open. 

     "Don't call." 

     "Taking potshots at the UN flag." 

     "What's the solution here?" 

     "Hold on, hold on."