The former battalion commander of the 225th Division's Tank Destroyer Battalion had excelled in Yeisk and Balas and was promoted to study at the Suvorov Military Academy.
The new battalion commander, Sergey, took Ilyich's hand, "I hope we haven't come too late."
"Of course, you haven't!" Ilyich turned and pointed to the defensive position, "Look, the position is still fully under our control!"
Sergey observed the defensive position and silently took off his hat.
The entire position was littered with the bodies of Anteans and Prosens, some of which were burnt and huddled together, indistinguishable from one another.
At least three thousand Antean soldiers had fallen on the tiny Nameless Highlands, and who knew how many more would be swallowed by this bottomless pit.
Ilyich also looked at the soldiers on the position, but he didn't take off his hat. Instead, he said to Sergey, "Let's not rush to pay our respects; who knows, we might join them soon."