Once you passed by a city that was painfully familiar. You have lived and worked here for many years. Your friends were buried here. Succumbing to desire, you arrived at the cemetery.

The wind was blowing, it was cool and rainy.You walked around and found the tombstones of once living people.

You stood and silently mourned the loss. Someone patted your shoulder.

"Lieutenant? What are you doing in this lousy place?"

It was your friend, Captain John Price, who came to visit old friends.