Ostfront

The Ostfront (eastern front, WW2) is the most shocking example of the human survival instinct, with tremendous tolls on both sides, and countless civillians thown into the cold, and crossfire. A quaint German fisherman, Hans Gotler, is conscripted to fight in this hell on earth.

Hans awoke, as usual to the 'WHUMP' of mortars hitting the around the column of trucks and armour that was the sixth army. "just another day on the job eh Gotler?", said Heydrich, still hiding from beneath his sleeping bag on the back of their truck. (Heydrich was a tall scrawny fellow, Hans couldnt stand him. Hitlers 'Mein Kampf' never left Heydrichs side and the systematic killing of the Bolsheviks was a personal mission the the sadist that was Heydrich). The shelling, the , didnt scare Hans like it used to, he had accepted he wasn't going to make it home, he just wanted to get this over with. "See that barn over there, were going to pull into it for cover, just till they knock out their mortars okay boys?", said Volker, their driver and CO of their company. (Volker was made of stone, at least Hans thought so, he never showed the slightest hint of emotion, personality, humour. Despite his grim visage though he was not unkind, nor hooked on , like many of his subordinates) "Into the barn boys, were to hole up till the Luftwaffe can take care of those damned mortars".

           However this barn at least seemed pretty popular, they filed in through the rotting doors, to be greeted by a dozen or so somewhat frightened Russian civilians.  "More communists for the the camps eh Volker?" said Heydrich, eagerly anticipating the sluaghter and  of another poor group of civilians. "Leave them, we can spare no time to indulge in your pleasures Heydrich".