Forty men and a girl made up the White Squadron, which battled against the ruthless Arab drug and slave traffickers in the remote areas of the Sahara and Libyan deserts. For many of them an unsung death was the only reward for years of hardship and dedicated effort. The members of the White Squadron were self-supporting and unpaid - driven on by the call for adventure and a hatred of the evils they were fighting against.
When she was seventeen years old, the author ran away from school in Rome to join her uncle who was then a member of the White Squadron. Against his stiff opposition she persuaded the members of the Squadron to allow her to remain, and when her uncle was killed a few months later, she took his place.
For the next three and a half years Dorothy Desana lived the tough life of a trooper, using a rifle against the Arabs as effectively as did her comrades. Alone on her camel she patrolled the wastes of the desert, looking for the drug and slave caravans. On one such patrol she almost died in the desert and came back to consciousness only because the vultures had mistaken her for dead; and on several occasions she saw a battle squadron of veiled Tuareg, the mystery people of the desert, in action under its leader, the notorious Prince Idris ebn Nadayesha.