Exhaustion, Waffen SS soldier, Eastern Front 1944(?). Here's the glory of war. By this point in the war, the SS were what one person called, "a group of increasingly desperate men." They had a gentleman's agreement with the Red Army; no prisoners. Like his comrades, this man has a simple choice. Fear doesn't matter, nor hunger, cold, or exhaustion. If he doesn't keep moving, he's dead.
