"What do you mean 'Hawkeye's still in Tokyo'!" John yells.
"I mean he's still in Tokyo. He might be on his way back..."
"'His way back!' If his back ain't here in ten minutes I'm never going to see him again!"
Typical, just typical. It's always "Hawkeye this" and "Hawkeye that", well, what about me? I'd die the day he puts me top priority over that... pencil-swiper. I'd probably *be* dead when I was a top priority. No, everybody at the funeral would be talking about how "handsome Hawkeye looks in black". Even on my birthday everybody ignored me and talked about what a great save he had. You can save a life everyday; birthdays come only once a year. Margaret remembered. What use is that, having some twit parading as drab when she as immoral as Pierce. Imagine, a woman sleeping with a married man more that once- twice- three times? Surely, she has some degenerated thoughts in her head. Men can't help themselves; women should have more sense than that.
John's pacing, checking his watch.
I decide that I should be assertive. Pierce is assertive, he's the most popular guy here. "C'mere, I ha--"
He interrupts me. "Frank, I have something more important to do right now."
You didn't say that last night. Or the night before. Or the night before that. Or any other night Pierce was on leave.
I wish Pierce would leave. Go back to whatever Sodom he came from. It would make this war a whole lot more enjoyable.
"Where could he be," John mutters.
I feel like waving my arms in the air and screaming, "I'm here! I'm always here!"
O'Reilly pops in. "Trapper, your jeeps about to leave without you."
John gives me a weak wave and leaves. That's it.
I can hear him and O'Reilly talking outside the tent. "Give this to Hawkeye," Trapper says. Then he *kisses* O'Reilly.
Pierce gets a kiss and I get a wave. Typical, just typical.