One small day in one small moment in time. Men. Alone in war. Then not alone but compromised in a variety of ways. Emotion. Bitter cold. Conflict. This book blew me away with a simmering quiet. Isolation. The book is small but it’s not diet. It’s full flavored. And you realize how the conciseness works like a razor. Fingers splitting from absolute cold. Haunting because you know this novel is true. Hubert Mingarelli’s “A Meal in Winter” is worth your time.