After leaving the Stalag, we advanced with difficulty, putting one foot laboriously after another in the violent wind, the snow, and the dark. All in -300C.
Our progress wasn’t satisfactory, so the rifle butt and gummi blows fell on our backs. So, on top of the cold, we had the oppressive and brutal presence of the posten herding us, hurrying to put as much distance as possible between the Red Ar my and their sorry asses. But for all that, we didn’t move any faster. 2