Soldier didn't wait to see how quickly he could shoot. I saw him crawl away on hands and knees, and I went after him. At the deep snow, we got up and ran. We ran as fast as we could, which wasn't very fast, but the old man didn't fire again. 'What do we do now?' soldier asked.
I was angry I couldn't think. I knew we couldn't stay out in the wind and snow. I knew I had to get my feet out of the snow. I just said, 'Come on,' and moved off.