A bit of blueberry ice cream drips onto a dog's fur. This sparks a dispute. The argument escalates. Soon, the armies advance, and their commanders shout: "Forward! Backward! Go!". Hats are thrown at the opponents. They throw them back. Then come the coat buttons, and finally uniforms, and suddenly everyone is left in their underwear. Now no one knows who belongs to which army. "I'm hungry!" shouts one. "Me too, me too!" echoes from all sides. The smell of bratwurst and the thought of loved ones at home already lure the men away from the battlefield. Only the commanders remain frozen like monuments.