The war feeds on men. He feeds them

In the early months of World War One, Eamon Flaherty serves the fight from behind a cook wagon. His days are spent ladling stew, pouring tea, and learning the names of young men convinced the war will be over by Christmas.

As the front shifts and the fighting intensifies, the faces in the chow line begin to change. Some return altered. Others do not return at all. And Eamon learns that survival does not always belong to those who carry rifles.