A/N; This is a poem I thought up in my fourth period (again). I wanted something with Frank and Hawkeye working together, so I ended up with this. The way the words are formatted should make it clear who's thinking that line, but I'll tell you at the end.
Lecher
Pompous ass
Disrespectful
Hyper military
Maudlin
War hawk
Womanizer.
How many nurses have you had?
Have you lost count yet?
Lying bastard.
How can you do that to your wife and kids?
How can you sleep at night?
You don't take anything seriously.
You don't have a sense of humor.
You cry over one dead soldier.
You're cold and indifferent to Death.
You'll treat the sub-human Commies we're fighting.
You're too hung up on race, nationality.
Everyone likes you; I don't know why.
Nobody likes you; I think I know why.
But here we are—Operating on some kid—
Working together—To save a life.
Suppose even oil and water mix once in a while…
A/N: Did you like? The italics were Frank's thoughts and regular text were Hawkeye's thoughts. Please R&R! –supergeek17