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"You are hereby, in my absence, the highest ranking officer at the eastern front."

Suddenly it was as if Jürgen Hahn's pain gradually disappeared. The pride
overpowered any thoughts of death for a moment, and he quietly mumbled out a

thank you.

The Wolf did not look at him before turning and disappearing out of sight.
Out of breath. Peter Eberhardt came tumbling in to the barn. It was empty. And

damn cold, although the two gas ovens struggled to raise the temperature. It had

been a peaceful day without bombardments, and most of the soldiers stayed as
long as possible in the building that now operated the dining room.

One tried to isolate the barn with old flax so the cold couldn’t penetrate the
cracks. All in vain. After all, the dining room was a bit spared of the hard wind

and biting cold.

Peter caught sight of a couple of rats, which took their time searching,
scavenging the old clothes and garbage bins for trash. Among the common

soldiers, it was clear that the actual conquerors became either the rats or the lice.

He quickly found a little sleeping place where he had his backpack, sleeping bag
and other personal belongings. With a snap he rolled out the sleeping bag,

fumbled a little with the backpack and finally found a pair of thick tights that his
mother sent him. He wedged his way down into the bag and took off his pants

and underwear. With some difficulty he wormed his way into his mother's tights.

They were very loose.
In an agile maneuver, he again was out of the sleeping bag. He instantly

felt the icy cold freezing his bones, as he stood there, as if he was in the

unfriendly frigid sea. He hurried with putting his clothes back on. He folded the
sleeping bag together before leaving the barn and headed towards Colonel

Ströhens trailer.

For the last three weeks he’d been working as adjudicator for Ströhen, while
Hahn was hospitalized in the lazaretto. People believed that he had saved the

general's life.

He knocked.
"There comes my little angel," purred Ströhen as he walked in.

Colonel Fischer was lying in a chair in the corner. He looked apathetic while
drinking directly from a bottle.