You were told it would make you stronger. That those small white tablets would help you march farther, stay awake longer, and endure the endless days of war. No one mentioned that the miracle drug was methamphetamine. They called it meth. And once you swallowed it, there was no turning back.

In this quiet unraveling, you are a young soldier in the German army during the Second World War. Pushed into blitzkrieg, stripped of food and sleep, kept moving only by the drug in your veins. The world blurs. Days and nights melt together. You see things that aren’t there. You commit acts you cannot remember. And when your body finally fails, you are simply discarded.

This is not a story of battles or strategy. It is a story of exhaustion, of silence, of men used until nothing remained. Not remembered for what they believed, but forgotten for how quickly they burned out.