— Such are our day-to-day realities. We used to learn about the frontline situation from the commander, from the newspapers that arrived from time to time. And now what? Our only connection to the world is a truck that brings us ammunition. You remember, Jérôme—we could see the dust from the factory when it first arrived. Brand new. Each time it came, it came older. That truck became a reflection of the situation on the front. Four different drivers in two weeks. And you understand why. Two days ago, the truck came to us with more holes than Swiss cheese. And today, it didn’t even arrive. Again, you understand why. It just ended its service after barely leaving the conveyor belt. And we’re next in line. Such are our day-to-day realities.
It’s Christmas today. Do you believe in miracles, Jérôme? You have to. It’s the only thing we’ve got left.
