At this time, Dude, rations had been a bit thin for the last few days. I trucked along for a while but finally just ran out of gas. Those behind passed without even noticing me. Pretty soon, I was at the end of the column. Finally I sort of wound down and was barely moving at all. Eventually, I stumbled over something, rolled a few times, and slid downward on my back, over a cliff, straight down, feet-first, and landed in some deep snow in a more or less seated position.
See if you can get this picture. I was wearing a white, furry snowsuit I had stripped off of a dead Russian, basically sitting upright in a huge snow drift, with just my head above the snowline, at eye-level. At this point, I said, “f**k it”. This is where it ends. I will sit here and die. I’m ready. I’m not kidding, Dude
