Don't Take Your Marching Orders From Your Belly

By 4 AM, the Soviets had begun to beat a retreat; of the 500 who launched the attack, only a few dozen made it back to their line. By dawn, the battle was almost entirely over, and the sun rose to illuminate a ghastly scene: 100 Russian soldiers lying dead in the Finns’ former field kitchen — bowls overturned by their frozen bodies, sausage still clinging to their chins.

I hope it was at least some good sausage soup!