Ah! that war is pretty when you're fifteen and you love! On the banks of the Marne, while ton cannon, they love, indeed, passion guilty. Him, a little weak, barely out of adolescence, nurtured by Rimbaud, freedom-loving. She already woman, risking the impossible from a height of 19 years. Both drunken assassin this spring of 1917. Martha has just married; Jacques, her husband, is at the front. The trick to light, it's too far unconsciousness, betrayal, scandal ... And occurs when the promise of a child, the lover disappears as a kid struggling with a man of adventure ... As the roses have a season, it is the same love. A tragic fate, that of Radiguet!