It gives me a sort of tug of the heart strings - the demise, that is, of these dear folk who, except for the French, money-worshiping peegs, JUST KIDDING, were just trying to do the best damn job they know how. As the multinational team of folk climb a mountain at the French/German border, or thereabouts, they learn each other, the mountain, the weather, and the history, which does not include the recent history of animal mutilations.
Review of Cold Ground
