Reminds me of this story about some random farmer type guy who ended up getting drafted in winter war or continuation war, had no military training... dude was patrolling in skis in the forest and bumped into an enemy patrol. BTW this was all happening around 20 degrees below water freezing point (celsius). Russians wanted prisoners so there was a chase without firing a shot that lasted for hours/days, the guy wouldn't remember because he consumed many a pill of metamphetamines in this crazy blizzard and kept skiing non stop for days. Fair enough he lost the russians from his tail at some point and eventually encountered a lost trench/bunker that was properly landmined by own troops. He proceeded to get de-limbed by said landmines and for the remaining bits of his war he laid legless in the snowy trench half dead, probably in a coma-type condition for days before re-discovered by friendlies.
I have no reason whatsoever to actually believe any of that story, but it was absolutely crazy to find this no-good druggie tale from an old book riddled with stories about heroic tank killers, flying aces and snipers and such. This guy however contributed absolutely nothing to the war effort other than outchasing one russian patrol and consuming his team's worth of pervitin, losing limbs and somehow surviving the whole clusterfuck in almost one piece.