Wilhelm Winter

The weight of his own sins and the responsibility of being a First Lieutenant weighed on his shoulders as a constant stress. He no longer knew how much he could resist the frenzy of the Soviet front.

He emerged from the trenches, feeling his body rapidly cooling down in the freezing cold, but slightly better than the dull, depressing atmosphere inside the trenches; Where his soldiers were left to linger among the blankets and the darkness. Outside, in the light, he could clear his head and think... about his brother Friedhelm, his soldiers, his family.