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IN THE SAUDI DESERT, a camel caravan moves past a forest of oil rigs to a small oasis, where armed Bedouin sit around a fire. The two groups greet each other formally before the caravan leader, who is in fact a Bedouin, though not local, is taken to a pile of rocks arranged in a rough pyramid, a traditional marker. A heavy black cylinder, three feet long and a foot thick, is unloaded from one of the camels. The Bedouin leader watches it being buried beneath the rocks. IDF Staff Sgt. Abed Abu-Kassem of the Ghawarna, a small clan in the north of Israel, smiles broadly. He has waited this long to fuck the enemy in the rear, and properly.