It is freezing 38 degrees. Stalingrad, the winter of 1942-1943. A chilling wind sweeps over the plains, slinging ice crystals into our faces. We are marching past thousands of frozen bodies. The SS-general is marching in front of the convoy, silently and withdrawn. He is angry. We realized that a while back. A fanatic who wishes to die in battle. And the SS-general wants to take as many to die with him as possible."MOVING STUDY IN THE STALINGRAD CAMPAIGN...POWERFUL, MERCILESS PORTRAYAL OF THE NIGHTMARES OF THE WAR" GLASGOW DAILY RECORD, SKOTLAND