What does it mean to fight and to fight for something? Are these ideas that even exist anymore, or has conflict been stripped of its essential human quality? There is nothing strange or inherently wrong about fighting but engaging in overt and honest conflict has become an activity that most people avoid at all costs. Why? It is the most effective and honest way of solving a problem. There used to honour in it but now the secretive and destructive motives and manifestations of conflict have us collectively lowering our eyes at the thought of it.
Maurice is a soldier in the midst of a war he does not understand but when he wakes up one morning to find a young child intent of following him into the next battle, he is forced to deal with realities that he so easily distanced himself from every time he took a life. But no-one else notices the child.