One morning of the Great War, Captain Armand whistles the attack against the German enemy. The soldiers rush forward. In their ranks, Alfa Ndiaye and Mademba Diop, two Senegalese riflemen among all those who fight then under the French flag. A few meters after having sprung from the trench, Mademba falls, wounded to death, under the eyes of Alfa, his childhood friend, he more than a brother. Alfa finds himself alone in the madness of the great massacre, his reason runs away. He, the peasant of Africa, will distribute death on this land without name. Detached from everything, including himself, he spreads his own violence, sows terror. To the point of frightening his comrades. His evacuation at the back is the prelude to a remembrance of his past in Africa."Moi, Alfa Ndiaye, dernier fils du vieil homme, j'ai vu les obus malicieux, les ennemis aux yeux bleus, le ventre ouvert de mon plus que fr©·re, Mademba. Par la v©♭rit©♭ de Dieu, j'ai entendu le capitaine Armand et son sifflet de mort, les cris des camarades. Ils disent que je m©♭rite une m©♭daille, que ma famille serait fi©·re de moi. Moi, Alfa Ndiaye, dernier fils du vieil homme, je suis tirailleur s©♭n©♭galais." --supplied by the publisher.