"Of course. I'll move out to the front trenches and see what I can do for morale."
Stell left the bunker and headed up towards the front lines. Men moved out of his way along his path, but the commissar didn't notice. He was fixated on his duty and knew that the weapons rattling in the distance did not bode well. As he got closer to the trenches, he noticed stray rounds peppering the trench lip facing the enemy positions and resolved to walk half crouched. There wasn't much a dead commissar could do, he resolved.