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"Oh, sorry, Herr major general. What do you mean? Everything is as it should be," continued

Victor Schneider with a slight tremble in his voice and sneezed.
When Victor Sneider got nervous, he would begin to sneeze,

"Hell, not you, I mean, it’s actually me! I should never have chosen to come to this God-forsaken
country." He paused and then continued: "Have a drink! Did you actually choose to come to the

Eastern Front, Victor?"

"Well yes, Herr major general."
"Ha! I thought as much. So you were just as dumb as me, blinded by the chat about promotion and

honour of war."

"Yes, but we are fighting against the Bolsheviks."
He was silent for a moment while he looked at the drinking flask.

"We shall bloody well get the better of those communist swine," he continued, took another gulp
from the flask and passed it on to Magnus.

"I can see that you are not used to this," sneered Jürgen Hahn, as Magnus was handing the

drinking flask back. He then grimaced and took an extra slurp before putting the drinking flask
back into his pocket.

Outside the hut, the temperature had fallen to minus 27 degrees, he could see from the

thermometer that was hanging outside the window. They had problems with their equipment.
Battalion 10, which had been on its way as support for over one month according to provisional

reports, was stuck approximately 100 kilometres from there.

Finally, the telephone rang. Jürgen Hahn walked resolutely to the communication desk and took
it.

"I have been waiting two hours for this bloody order," he hissed.

Heino Erstental sat at the other end of the line and shook his head. He knew Jürgen’s mood
swings, knew only too well from the time when they were both recruits.

"My problems are your problems, Jürgen. Unless the train carriages turn up, it will look as if we

have both messed up, so for fuck’s sake calm down!"
"When should I have the things and my men ready?" Jürgen continued. He had taken his gloves off

and while he was speaking he looked at his hands, a strange habit that he had acquired, studying
his nails, palms and his hairs — supposedly some sort of diversion.

"You must see to it that everything that needs to be loaded is at Vitebski train station no later

than 03 00 tonight. Once it is loaded you won’t have any more problems."
Heino hung up without saying goodbye.