The cauldron of battle had created Cpl.
Handschuher, but that same cauldron muddled his sense of direction as he
singlehandedly wiped out a platoon of T-34's. Dazed and confused from
the acrid fumes of battle (but still feeling pretty good about himself),
he set out to find the German lines. Meanwhile, Cpl. Sazakin faced a
similar dilemma after his Thrown DC Rubbled the German HQ but also blew
out his eardrums. Sazakin picked a direction and hoped he was walking
toward borscht and vodka instead of the SS.
