It's hard to get into Trapper's head; that is, unless he's acting the way you'd expect Hawkeye to. :)
(Tag: Kim)
His heart's still in his throat, even now, two hours after Kim's mom came and got him. He stands and fills his glass again from the still, trying to ignore the way his hands shake. He lies back on his cot again and returns his attention to the canvas overhead.
He knows he should write his wife and let her know they won't be welcoming a son. He's too tired tonight, though, and too drunk for that to be a good idea. So he takes another drink and decides to count the stains on the ceiling instead.
He knows Hawkeye's worried about him, if not because of the kid, then because of the minefield. He doesn't really care, but he'll put on a good face tomorrow. After all, he meant what he said earlier: who wants a kid who plays in a minefield?
Who wants him...?
Damn it.