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By the time we arrived, the situation had changed so drastically that it was impossible to tell apart friend from foe. Hidden beneath the snow and the fog, we decided to hold our ground until the blizzard had dispersed out of the forest. But just as we were about to crouch beneath the nearby pocket of shrubs, we heard heavy footsteps coming towards us. It was like nothing we've ever heard before. My fellow platoon comrade thought that it must have been a bear or another one of the forest's fierce denizens. But it was a relief to know that it was only a patrol officer, presumably looking out for us. While we were unsure as to whether he was a member of our forces or that of the enemy's, we slowly crept out of the shrubs to try and speak with him, pistol prepared in case he was a hostile unit.

He then turned towards us, flashlight on, and we're relieved to know that he was our senior-patrol officer. He offered to show us the way back to our encampment and only after walking out of the fog did we manage to find our direction. Illuminated by the light of the moving trucks ahead, our compound was quite bright by the time we arrived.