In the last few weeks of the war, the Germans dug in along Seelow Heights, not far from Berlin, hoping to make a stand against the incredible might of the Red Army. The following is cited in an outstanding book I reviewed, The Fall of Berlin 1945 by Antony Beevor.
A young Luftwaffe Oberleutnant has been placed in command of a scratch company of rear echelon troops who are being thrown into the breech with no combat training.
In a forward position in the tree line, he looks into the distance toward the Soviet positions from whence will come their attack in a handful of days. The young Oberleutnant suddenly begins to shiver. “Tell me,” he says to his sergeant-major, “are you also cold?”
“We are not cold, Herr Oberleutnant. We are afraid.”