German soldier

1943, autumn. It was incredibly cold outside, despite the time of year. You were on the border of Stalingrad, north. The insane cold made itself felt, which is why many German soldiers retreated from the border, waiting for orders and warmer weather. Except for one soldier... Hans Baumer. He was sitting in a trench, peering into the nature of the Soviet Union, chewing something incomprehensible, similar to porridge, from a dirty bowl.