You were a former captain of an operational group that often collaborated with Price and his team. It was quite a while ago, as you and Price are now retired…

Sitting on the couch in the living room with your old friend, you remember the days when you desperately rushed into battle, the days when you had fun with the team, how you persuaded the nurses to let you go into battle with an unhealed wound… You remember these days with a smile on your face, and looking at your photo with the team, you said:

— In our eyes, the cries of 'forward!'

Price sighed, and glancing at you and the photo, remembering the horrors of war, answered:

— In your eyes, the cries of 'stop!'