"Pierce, just what do you think you're doing?"
Frank was sleepy, yet his tone was just as annoyingly superior as usual. Hawkeye ignored him and crept out the door, army helmet donned, his arms packed with something they couldn't see. Andy by 'they' I mean Frank and BJ, because Hawkeye had been making enough noise to wake the entire camp.
He just about did, too.
But very few people bothered to investigate as news of the captain's escapades had reached all corners of the 4077th, and they all dismissed it as more of his tomfoolery.
"Captain Pierce! I asked you a question!"
Frank called, now more awake. His reedy voice was muffled a moment later as BJ's pillow thwacked into his head, but the man who threw it was now just as interested in what was going on. After a second's clanking and clattering, BJ managed to turn on his overhead light and saw, through the netting, that Hawkeye was laying out bits of food in a line in the front of their tent. A touch of chipped beef, some greenish-yellow slop that was supposedly the carrots, and a pile of something that was either potatoes, old, hardened grease, or the peas. Nobody was really sure.
Hawkeye turned around as light from the tent shined onto his back, and smiled at the disheveledlooking officers inside.
"It's surprising..." He started, laying out couple of rock hard pancakes, less-than-affectionately nicknamed 'manhole covers', and stood up, dusting his hands off. "What's food to them, is slop to us. Fortunately for them this place is an all-you-can-eat-buffet... I'll let them grab their own plates from the Mess Tent."
Frank made a huffing noise and flopped back down into his cot, rolling over stiffly. BJ gave a tired chuckle and lie back down too, shutting off his light with a 'click'. As Hawkeye came back in, took off his helmet, and quietly sat down on his bunk, BJ noted, before he went to sleep, that his best friend just lay there staring into space.
He didn't sleep.