Could be BJ's POV, could be Trapper's POV.
Feedback, please.
"So be it"
A friend in need you try and help. You do what ever you can so that this friend is happy or has whatever they want or need. And if that means cheating on your wife who's on the other side of the world, then so be it.
And if my wife on the other side of the world can't handle it, then also so be it.
I need this. He needs it. I'm not sure who needs it more, him or me.
If we wouldn't be here we might've never met and if we had we probably wouldn't've needed each other the way we do now. I'm not sure why we do. Not really.
I always feel guilty after. But not guilty enough not to do it again.
We'd both do insane. I'm sure of it. Loosing my mind isn't worth it. I need that. My mind's a valuable thing. And if doing what I'm, we're, doing make us both stay sane, then so be it.
If she can't understand that, then I don't care. Well, I do, a little. Ofcource I do. I do love her. Maybe I even love her more than I did before I came here. Maybe not. Feelings are confusing here. I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry half the time.
Hawkeye's always there for me, no matter what. I'm always there for him, no matter what. I'd do anything for him. I'd jump on a mine and blow up if it could save him. I'm sure he'd do the same for me. Everyone here would understand why I'd do that. Why I'd do that for Hawkeye but not for anyone else. I couldn't do it for anyone else. Hawkeye means everything to me. Right now and here he means more to me than my wife. I feel terrible thinking that, but it's true. Home, over there, doesn't seem real anymore. It seems like it's nothing more than figment of my imagination. Something I read in a book or so in movie. It's something I know I loved at one time or another. It's something I know I'll learn to love again when we're away from all this death and destruction. Now I can't though.
We need this. I need this and he needs it. And if she doesn't like it, then so be it.
Feedback, please.
"So be it"
A friend in need you try and help. You do what ever you can so that this friend is happy or has whatever they want or need. And if that means cheating on your wife who's on the other side of the world, then so be it.
And if my wife on the other side of the world can't handle it, then also so be it.
I need this. He needs it. I'm not sure who needs it more, him or me.
If we wouldn't be here we might've never met and if we had we probably wouldn't've needed each other the way we do now. I'm not sure why we do. Not really.
I always feel guilty after. But not guilty enough not to do it again.
We'd both do insane. I'm sure of it. Loosing my mind isn't worth it. I need that. My mind's a valuable thing. And if doing what I'm, we're, doing make us both stay sane, then so be it.
If she can't understand that, then I don't care. Well, I do, a little. Ofcource I do. I do love her. Maybe I even love her more than I did before I came here. Maybe not. Feelings are confusing here. I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry half the time.
Hawkeye's always there for me, no matter what. I'm always there for him, no matter what. I'd do anything for him. I'd jump on a mine and blow up if it could save him. I'm sure he'd do the same for me. Everyone here would understand why I'd do that. Why I'd do that for Hawkeye but not for anyone else. I couldn't do it for anyone else. Hawkeye means everything to me. Right now and here he means more to me than my wife. I feel terrible thinking that, but it's true. Home, over there, doesn't seem real anymore. It seems like it's nothing more than figment of my imagination. Something I read in a book or so in movie. It's something I know I loved at one time or another. It's something I know I'll learn to love again when we're away from all this death and destruction. Now I can't though.
We need this. I need this and he needs it. And if she doesn't like it, then so be it.