A man of war is faced with the prospect of global disarmament. Since a young recruit, the general has never known anything beyond battle and bloodshed. His life has been dictated by conquest, defending his land and the survival of the republic. But, what is a life where the need to raise your bayonet has become extinct? What is left for a man such as him when there is nothing left to fight for? When the flames of conflict have been extinguished?