Michel, the eponymous guard, is just following orders and his more experienced partner, Harry. Isn't he? A mixture of fact, remembrance and imagination charts his terrifying descent into paranoia and self-delusion. Not a comfortable read.
It's in the past. We have to trust each other. We're being put to the test, but it's never simple....We've earned our place in the elite. Him and me...I can leave it to Harry. He hugs me. I'll see.