Chapter 34Three days later, I lay on my belly in the snow, training field glasses on a Panzer division in the swirling distance. The wind had kicked up again and it drove ice pellets into my exposed cheeks. The German tanks looked like a mirage, hard, grey shapes moving against a white, stormy background.
“How many do you figure?” Mischa asked. He lay beside me and peered into the blank distance.
“Perhaps two hundred.”
“And how many do we have?”
“About eighty-five.”
Mischa looked at me incredulously.
“The numbers don't balance,” he said in a prissy, professorial way.
“No, they don't.”
“Do they know we're here?”
“Perhaps. Here, why don't you look?”
I thrust the glasses at him. He pulled back his hood, peeled off his snow goggles and peered through the lenses.
“They're advancing.”
