A crunch of the grit that passed for sand in this godforsaken wilderness brought him around, his head and heart pounding.

Who wouldn't be happy to leave this godforsaken wilderness?

There must be somebody in this godforsaken wilderness.

Why else would they be taking me all the way out into the godforsaken wilderness?

That is, if there could be anything important going on out there in that godforsaken wilderness you're calling home as of this writing.

Hyde Park is my idea of a glorious view, not this godforsaken wilderness.

How the hell do you think I'd get out of that godforsaken wilderness?

"if we put down in this godforsaken wilderness we'll never walk out, what about fuel?"

From space, one's overwhelming impression of our home planet is of one vast, godforsaken wilderness.

That means going out in some godforsaken wilderness and doing what you have to do to survive.