A man sees a young woman and is taken back in time, remembers a dark night marching through the snow with his troop and having to carry a woman to her safety on a stretcher. I'm not sure how I felt about this story. It was well written but it seemed somehow unfinished. There was snow. There was marching. There was the shooting of 12 uhlans (the word for a soldier carrying a lance that is part of a cavalry) and even that was without much explanation or even suggestion.
This was a snapshot of one's past that I can't connect to the narrator's present. There's just not enough here in my opinion. I'm sorry that this story fell flat for me particularly when I had hopes it would be so much more.