Bad consequences of a sleepless night
Christopher Vieu
"I am flayed in several places, but can one complain when one is alive? When one has walked across a battlefield strewn with mangled bodies and asked the stranger carrying the stretcher at the other end, tell me if I am still a man who breathes and walks? Poor Octave was not so lucky. I was not even there to hear his last words. I was running heroically towards the enemy. I could already feel against my skin the cold of the blade that was about to pierce my flesh! I know that he often dreamed of you, I know it. I was his confidant. And I can say that he was his best friend."
Excerpt from The Return of the Soldier, Christophe Vieu