The truest depictions of war don't revel in the thrill of agony of battle, they are instead honest about the endless hours in between, the ones that grind soldiers down incrementally through the dread of waiting for the inevitable slaughter. Gauthier's finely honed short piece captures a snippet of these hours with sensitivity and an eye for the most relevant details. Their lives feel desultory, but we are constantly engaged with them. The final moments are soul-crushing.

Why does it matter who we’re fighting and where when dinner is on the line? Gauthier’s short play is a perfect “war against boredom” slice-of-life, exploring the mundanity of waiting for marching orders in the middle of nowhere amid everyone’s opinions on the chain of command. These characters are terrible together (in the best way possible), and I could watch them forever. You’ll most certainly feel the same.