It seems that there is some Camp Twenty Grand footage on there as well. When the guys are butchering a pig:
This was a tent camp on a high bluff overlooking the Seine River. Under proper conditions this would have been an ideal spot, but these were not ideal conditions. It was a case of work to cut wood to keep from freezing, so it became necessary for every man to grab an axe and head for the woods. The food situation was a little on the sparse side. Here too, some of the more rugged characters took to the woods, organized hunting parties and came back rewarded on occasions with the carcass of a wild hog to crown their efforts. Guard duty, that constant Army torture, was another chore that demanded a full share of attention. On 17 January 1945, after having spent one week of the coldest, roughest day imaginable, we took our leave of Camp Twenty Grand and France for the time being.