Sunday, January 12, 2014

Jan

12

1944

A German soldier on the Eastern front reflects on life

German soldiers in a night attack in the snow, Eastern Front, early 1944.

There was no end in sight. Yearning plunged into the distance; frost caught in my hair. Rushing passage, as on a sleigh in space. An intoxicating feeling came over me: a burgeoning sense of life, the limitless, exuberant pleasure of being in the world. The freedom of an hour in the Russian winterland. I loved life.