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In the battlefield where shells are raining down, the last night with a comrade who might die tomorrow.
An extreme situation of war. Deep bonds between comrades evolving into other emotions. Instincts at the boundary of life and death.
World War I Western Front. The nights spent in the trenches are long, and the silence between bombardments is even more frightening.
The trench where the shelling has ceased and silence has arrived. Two comrades leaning against the earthen wall. Sharing a cigarette, they say, "Tomorrow's the all-out assault." If there might be no tomorrow, how will they spend this night?