He taistelivat synnyinmaansa puolesta

July 1942. The army is retreating. A group of exhausted soldiers, all that's left of their regiment, are defending a plot of land. At times they feel like there is no war. Wide tank tracks on the road, and all around are drooping, wilted grasses, dimly glistening salt marshes and a bluish flickering haze over distant mounds...In that absurd clash between the warmly breathing earth and the inhuman war machine lies a powerful Biblical generalization, the metaphor of confrontation of eternal life and dark, evil forces... (jakelijan virallinen teksti)