(A/N: Dang, TakenHawkeye, these little drabble-thingies of yours are addictive... Muwahah. Not that I've seen anybody, yet, who can execute them quite so perfectly as you can. ;) )
Everyone knew the war was getting to him lately... not that it hadn't been before, of course. But the way he stood in silence through every O.R. session, through the casualty reports, through the news broadcasts, no wisecracks to be heard - oh yes, it was getting to him.
As he stalked across the compound, headed for the Swamp, the PA speakers blared on and the voice of one of the corpsmen reverberated around camp.
"President Truman, for the millionth time, declares that we may soon reach peace and the end of this police action..."
Bending down, he picked up the biggest rock he could find and hurled it at the speaker nearest to him, leaving a good sized dent in the faded metal.
"IT'S A WAR, DAMN IT!"
And ducked into the tent.