I'm not a Nazi

The white powder descended from the heavens and onto the unholy grounds. The thick mist made it unbearable to see through, and the numbing coldness didn't make it any better.

A squad of nine armed men strolled through the thick white snow. Their large coats were just barely enough to keep them warm. 

"Unteroffizier, why do you hate us?"

Who spoke was a young man, his face filled with ebullience stuck out between the other men trailing behind him.

"Daan, why would you ever think that," the Unteroffizier spoke. His facial expression contrasting with one of the young male.

The young man, proclaimed as Daan, shrugged, "Well, Unteroffizier, you force us on these patrols, every day for six hours." Daan answered as he pushed his Stalheim above his eyes.

The Unteroffizier stopped in his tracks, halting the whole squad column. He stood silent for a moment, glancing over his shoulder towards Daan. The young man still kept a smile on his face, though now a much more nervous smile.

He scoffed and continued through the snow blanket. The squad resumed trailing behind the Unteroffizier, silent as ever.

"I don't hate the squad Daan," the Unteroffizier paused and smirked. "I just hate you."

The squad burst out laughing, poking fun at Daan. 

"Yeah Daan, he hates you." A fellow squad mate lightly shoved Daan. 

The young male shoved back, "Shut up, Oskar." Daan grumbled.

A burst of gunshots roared through the air. The squad halted in their tracks. They all knelt down, raising their weapons. They all looked around, frantically.

Only the dense white mist and the few dark brown trees around them were visible. 

"Grefreiter Charpentier set your MG up on that log over there," the Unteroffizier ordered while pointing towards a snow-covered log.

Three men jogged out of the squad column and towards the log. Charpentier knelt down and pulled out the bipods of the MG. He placed it down on the log, and looked down the sight, scanning for any sign of hostile forces in the area. The two other men knelt down beside him, both carrying ammunition for the MG and scanning the area as well.

Another burst roared out. "Do you think it's the Americans?" A squad-mate asked from the column. 

"No way Gunther, those sound like our machine pistols to me," Oskar proposed. 

Daan looked over his shoulder, "Well what would any of our forces be shooting for? We're far from the frontlines."

The Unteroffizier huffed, "You three stooges, shut up." He spat.

The three went silent, looking around awkwardly. 

"Alec, take Gunther and Daan up through the brush. If you see any Americans, return here. Do not engage." The Unteroffizier ordered. 

Alec, an older man with blond stubble nodded silently. He tapped the shoulder of Daan before he jogged forward to the brush.

The thick white snow made it annoyingly difficult to traverse the terrain. It was ankle-high, and every step created an awful crunching sound. Gunther and Daan trailed behind Alec. They both showed great fear, they never faced off against Americans before. The two heard stories of them from soldiers being taken off the front and put into reserves, they were ruthless and showed no mercy in the heart of battle.

"Do you think the Americans will execute us if we surrender?" Daan asked, his voice cracking. 

Alec smacked him over the helmet, causing him to stumble forward a bit. "You are getting Americans and Soviets mixed up, idiot." Alec insulted.