He thought of how he would look to an enemy soldier who might stumble across him. He was clearly not a combatant. He looked like a woodsman who had stepped out of a Grimm story, dressed in wool, a cap on his head. These men were strong and capable and modest, never boasting about themselves but going about doing whatever needed to be done. They were the wardens of the forest and protectors of the fatherland, and it pleased Uwe that his neighbors might see him this way—and not as he thought of himself, the mama’s boy who was too slight and weak to fight for his country.
