This is the true story that was told me by my Grandpa, who is now 92 years old and who was a Soviet soldier during The Second World War.
The story took place in the midst of the war on March 1943 and my Grandfather was only 23.
It happend somewhere in the forests of the Eastern Europe where Russian and German squads got stuck into combat action. Luck wasn’t on the side of Russians or the side of Germans. As long as it was cold and there was snow and ice everywhere it was quite easy for the troops to maneuver but when spring came snow melted and contenders were parted from each other by mud, water and swamps. My Grandpa’s squad got stucked on one side of the hill and the Germans on the other, about 200 meters away. And it was impossible for the both squads to get out from this stuck.