In a clean, almost child-like style of wiggly lines and shifting shadows, Scott Mills tackles a story of the French front in World War I. At the center of the story are three men: Lloyd Allenby, a upstanding husband and worker volunteering for the war, Davey, a less than admirable and rather bumbling younger brother who nonetheless manages to leave two women pining at home, and Jonathan Hemingway, a stalwart, upper class man who will be their commanding officer. Mills traces their time on the front through a series of instances, from jokes and scuffles in the trenches to the relative ease of the local bars, all the while making clear the horrible loss and sudden attacks that became everyday occurences. Although not as harrowing as other tales of the Great War, Mills manages to create a subtle and realistic portrait of the bonds that formed between men in those fields, unexpected and against class rules though they may be, and shows tragedy on an intimate scale. The look of the panels and grayscale tone stylizes the more graphic violence and a bit of sexual content, but it is still powerful, as it must be to make the story resonant.