A Luftwaffe private stands guard in a serene winter setting. It can’t be too close to the frontline, or he would court death in the form of a Red Army sniper. He’s wearing a greatcoat, but no special winter clothing, like the heavy fur coats or padded winter uniforms issued in time for the winter of 1942-43. It appears to be a bright day, and it doesn’t seem too cold. Days like those could be enjoyable, which were something of a rarity on the Eastern Front.