There are some lessons that are hard to learn because they often portray the unthinkable. No one likes a sad ending. The hero's not supposed to die.
BJ knew better though. He was no longer blissfully ignorant. After all, there are no happy endings in war.
"I'm going to miss you Hawk." Tears poured down his face, mixing with the rain even as his best friend's blood mixed with the mud.
"I'm going to miss you Hawk." He'd run out of things to say hours ago, but he refused to leave his vigil and Potter allowed it. What did it matter anyway? Hawkeye was dead. His best friend was dead. Shot down by a sniper while checking on a patient.
"I'm going to miss you Hawk." What else was there to say?
Hawkeye was dead.
The hero was dead.
