Eastern Front, Posen.
Like all men of this era regardless of nationality, there were quite a few in the Northwestern Army Group headquarters who drank around mealtimes.
Since they were sick of eating the same tasteless food every day, everyone found it difficult to digest without at least a drink.
No, actually that was all just an excuse - perhaps in this battlefield where death crawled across their skin, only a drink could give them the courage to endure each day.
So even if soldiers drank every day, commanders would overlook it as long as they didn't get excessively drunk.
"...Why are you drinking what's meant for the soldiers, Commander?"
"Don't we not get wine or cognac in our supplies? We only ever get strong vodka."
"That's because it's the most economical and easiest for the rear to send... But isn't that Rhineland wine?"
"Even if it's low grade, German products aren't bad."
