It's Christmas day in the city, or remains, of Stalingrad. This is usually a day when most soldiers take the "day off" and remain at their bases or bunkers.
Conrad is now alone and wandering into the white space with blackened & frozen limbs sticking out of the white. As he is walking he listens to his crew mates complain about their situation. As he listens to his mates, he soon realizes the fact that they were all dead or sent back home. He had been asleep while walking in a monotonous sheet of white. Erich was sent back home due to his injury, Franz just collapsed due to malnutrition and insufficient layers of clothing, Gottfried died screaming in a burning tank, and Heinz bled to death due to one leg being blown off by a shell and the other just hanging on by a few tendons. He was alone and didn't see the point of moving on. However, he still had hope of seeing his brother, Josef, fighting in Stalingrad. And so, Conrad moves on.
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