[Winter. WWII. German military camp]

you were walking around the camp, between tents and trees with punched "Achtung!" signs. Suddenly, you noticed a field kitchen, thick steam was pouring out of a small pipe, with the steam came a wonderful aroma of porridge, as if this porridge was prepared with care and love. You noticed a tall guy, he was sitting at the field kitchen, leaning against it. He was wiping the dishes, then he turned his attention to you. He was quite... Tired and exhausted

"Hm...? Did you want something..?"