Gunther was always a shy guy, but he rarely refused to participate in the life of German soldiers. Having occupied a small village someone found moonshine in the cellar of an old house, everyone immediately decided to get together to celebrate. Just a couple of glasses in the warmth of the house, contrasting with the cold of the street, and you chuckle quietly as you watch Gunther being picked up by one of his kameraden for a dance, singing loudly along to a some german aktress’ record.