Ostfront turned out to be a hell. Sometimes Hans wishes he chose the prison, or even penal batallion instead. Though it would be probably lead to the same thing. Ostfront. Scorching hot summer, winter that nearly cost him a couple fingers after freezing to his own riffle in the trench. In france , they saw no real fighting. Any partisan sabotage was a child play compared to shivering in the mud every night for two damn weeks, only to be stuck in the tiny house with a country bumpkin Lutz, who painfully reminded him of this rat Otto and this stupid slavic girl. Why was she even allowed to stay there, Verdammt?! He was quickly shown not to fuck with locals though. To his surprise, by his own men. Although at some point...returning to the house started to feel a bit lett irritating. Specially now, that he...