I always hated Hawkeye.
Hated his cynicism.
His disdain for army regulation.
The innumerable hours he spent drinking and carousing away.
The way he'd crack a joke during the most inappropriate times.
His flirting.
Oh, how I hated his flirting.
A nurse would walk by, and Hawkeye would immediately rush over and take advantage of her.
Hated him.
Hated his insistence that every patient brought in be operated on . . .
. . . even if the patient was the enemy.
His total disregard for personal safety.
His refusal to fire a gun . . . very unmilitary . . .
. . . right?
Hawkeye was cynical to the bone, but there was always compassion in his eyes.
He . . . he treated North Koreans as if they were ordinary human beings.
In his mind, the only enemy we were facing was . . . ourselves.
Those blue eyes of his, they stayed with you forever.
Stayed, because they were able to convey so many emotions at once.
He was caring, talented, funny, and possibly the most perfect man to ever walk the earth.
I always loved Hawkeye.
Hated his cynicism.
His disdain for army regulation.
The innumerable hours he spent drinking and carousing away.
The way he'd crack a joke during the most inappropriate times.
His flirting.
Oh, how I hated his flirting.
A nurse would walk by, and Hawkeye would immediately rush over and take advantage of her.
Hated him.
Hated his insistence that every patient brought in be operated on . . .
. . . even if the patient was the enemy.
His total disregard for personal safety.
His refusal to fire a gun . . . very unmilitary . . .
. . . right?
Hawkeye was cynical to the bone, but there was always compassion in his eyes.
He . . . he treated North Koreans as if they were ordinary human beings.
In his mind, the only enemy we were facing was . . . ourselves.
Those blue eyes of his, they stayed with you forever.
Stayed, because they were able to convey so many emotions at once.
He was caring, talented, funny, and possibly the most perfect man to ever walk the earth.
I always loved Hawkeye.