Once Upon a Time on the Western Front

The warm current of the Indian Ocean cannot pass through the Karakoram Mountains, just as the evil darkness cannot pass through the Bay of Gods. We drink the water of Pangong Lake sweetly, and Setura is no longer at the forefront. Ali's crows are bigger than chickens, and the snow-covered plateau, 219, brings back our thoughts and vows. We guard it with our flesh and blood on the roof of the world. Our highest honor and deep sorrow are there at an altitude of 4280 meters. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.