A fragmentary, hallucinatory manuscript offers a first-person account of soldiers marching under oppressive conditions, where heat, silence, and exhaustion blur perception. Vivid sensory detail—blinding sun, metallic flashes, parched lips—builds an atmosphere of surreal horror and bodily disintegration. Domestic memories repeatedly intrude, contrasting private tenderness with the collective muteness and mechanized progress of the columns. Shifts between stark vignette and psychological introspection emphasize dehumanization, the erosion of individual identity, and the precarious boundary between lucid observation and madness. Fragmentation and stark imagery combine into a bleak meditation on the irrationality of mass violence and the persistence of private sorrow.