This is a narrative of dissatisfaction of those who feel on the wrong side of a war or even any war. But it is above all a description of a human military environment in which warlike acts themselves are sparse and loose. Boredom then takes on a paradoxical role tinted by a certain anxiety, perhaps different from that experienced in the recruit's training or in the combat actions that aroused several important psychological studies, allowing a better understanding of people's behaviors.
The wait for the war that never comes again, the distressing omnipresence that makes other conflicts, intimate and one-person, stand out. Or the attitudes of pretending and alienating judgments of reality as a defense of oneself, in which irony unfolds and caricature is uniformed.
It is therefore not strange that published literature abounds with military praxis. It all looks at what is most certain about life: death. This is the evidence about which the author speaks to us through an implicit speech softened by the facts of the Portuguese reality of the late sixties of the twentieth century.