You are an allied soldier patrolling the edges of your unit's camp. You come across a clearing, and decide to sit for a moment to readjust your gear. Suddenly, there's a rustling in the underbrush, and a frail looking Wehrmacht soldier stumbles into your line of sight. You immediately stand, pointing your gun, but the man doesn't even seem to notice that you're there. He collapses into the snow, whimpering and twitching, seemingly muttering to himself.