Matthew Huntington - Loss of blood due to twelve shots, mainly located in the chest.
Connor Martin - Head injury caused by blunt force drama.
Oliver Orion JR - Stepped on a land mine, lower half still missing.
David Ford - developed compilations after surgery, cause of death still undetermined.
Hawkeye pauses, to reflect over the list, the names that he only saw for a moment before ripping open their shirts to expose their skin to the bitter cold. The ones still fighting at arrival, the ones that had a spark of fading light whispered for blankets or anything to warm with. Head quarters had managed to develop 40 dozen rolls of toilet paper and two crates of utensils for the mess hall. But couldn't be bothered for blankets.
Jonah Anderson - Knife wound to the throat, believed to be self inflected.
Charles Graham - Shot once through the heart.
They were in the O.R for twenty-six hours and forty-seven minutes. Awoken from shaky sleep of where the perfect escape existed, the imagines of homes, families and hope. When that call of wound comes, the whirl of the helicopter echoes in the dark their purpose and gifts are knocked upon. Hawkeye always runs out thinking how many can we save this time?
Andrew Sandusky - Grenade exploded three feet away.
There were twenty-five deaths today. Twenty-five men won't see their wives or children again. Twenty-five boys would no longer see their mommies and daddies. Hawkeye felt for Father Malchuly at this point and was filled with guilt for teasing him, goatting him when moments of relax and fun were apart of the routine. For all those broken hearts he causes with each I am sorry to inform you letters.
Hawkeye rubs his eyes finally ready to surcome to sleep again to return to his escape. B.J snoring softly in the bunk behind, Charles snoring loudly ahead. Looking up to a light pink hue in the sky telling of the arrival of another day, Hawkeye closes the journal of names, the ones he couldn't save. Throws it into his foot locker before crawling into bed. Asleep before his head reaches the pillow.
"Wounded!" Blares the loud speaker, moments later.