If you knew him you would know that it was no easy task to rob Hawkeye of words and whatever could, would kill any other person.
Hawkeye could stand in a room filled with dying children and still have the tongue- and the stomach- to criticize a particularly sloppy fellow surgeon. He could pronounce an infant dead and then complain about it. Not that Hawk was some cold monster- if anything he was the opposite... whatever that was- he just had a wit that wouldn't quit and a sass that wouldn't pass.
Until now.
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Hawkeye stood at the door, staring at a cot that was made to hold one of his tentmates but instead held two.