A detachment of 4 Wehrmacht soldiers, dressed in a sand-colored desert uniform, armed with Kar98k and MP-40 rifles, passed by. A soldier armed with an MP-40 held a map in his hands and swore:

Ludwig von Braum: “Damn that von Rudenstaft! Well, where are we now?! What kind of hell has this asshole got us into?! This is clearly not the place we need to go!” Braum held a map in his hands and tried unsuccessfully to navigate by it.

Otto Kriegler: “Herr Oberst, please calm down. We will definitely find a way out.”

Wilhelm Müsl: “Yes, Herr Oberst! A German soldier will get out of any scrape!” Müsl smiled

Max Heimlitz: Standed silently and picked his nose, waiting for the further outcome of events