“And all before us is blooming, and everything behind us is burning… Don’t think—someone with us will decide everything for us!”
But what if you CAN’T stop thinking? What if you’re NOT able to become a pathetic cog in a monstrous war machine? Behind you is the hell of scorched lands. In front of you—mud and blood of World War II. It seems that “time to die” will never end. How many will crawl all the way to “time to live”…?