A tired, worn-down soldier sees a butterfly through the gaps in the sandbags that protect him. He is shot in the process of reaching for it.The butterfly represents the beauty of the world; beauty that war is not afraid to tarnish.
A soldier struggles to come to terms with the fact that he has taken a life. He continues to talk to the deceased as if he were still living, all the while lamenting the war that caused this act of killing to occur.
A soldier, returning from the trenches, refuses to speak in favor of enlistment. He speaks out against the popular philosophy of the time--that dying for your country is an honorable death. On the contrary, he discusses the harsh realities of war and attacks the notion that an honorable death is worthwhile. Is a "noble" death more valuable than living?