Since becoming a fighting unit,
guard duty has proven to be a particularly horrible job. I never stayed
awake all night prior to dispatch. Guard duty means staying awake no
matter how tired I am. It does not matter to German officers if we have
marched all day long. They decide who goes on guard duty and that is
that. If anyone falls asleep, we know they will be shot, executed on the
spot. Our elite officers never listen to excuses. Soldiers stay
awake on guard duty or they die. That is just how it is.
Even if it is not my turn to be
on guard, there is no chance to sleep properly out here
anyway. Spreading my bedroll on a quiet, warm floor is now only a
daydream, a fantasy. There is no space
to stretch out, no place that is not wet or muddy to sit either, and so I squat
on my hunches all night waiting to be killed.
Sleep and comfort are a distant memory.
Just like me, most men in this
unit are inexperienced teenagers. I
received one day’s gas mask training before being unloaded in this frozen
terrain; abandoned to fight from cold, wet holes in the ground. I pray we are not gassed because no one
issued us with masks. None of us has
received stick grenades either.
Fighting all day and then
cowering in a trench during blackout is exhausting. The extreme cold
weather is not only eating its way through my wet clothing but through my
saturated boots too, it bites angrily at my skin.
Even though my boots are soaked,
there is nowhere to dry them. We cannot risk lighting fires,
especially at night. A good sniper can kill a man by the light of his
cigarette, so just think what would happen if they saw a proper fire
going. Some men have been tempted to
take off their boots, they tried to dry them beside small fires but that proved
to be a big mistake. The boots became too stiff and hard to get back on
again, leaving those men barefoot in the snow. Good boots are very
important to a soldier. No soldier can
last one day without boots. In war, wet
boots are better than no boots at all.
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