"Subtle political satire," Hawkeye comments, "Has gone the way of propriety, sobriety, fidelity, and eggs that aren't purple." He pokes at his tray, reading the newspaper over BJ's shoulder.
"Water skies, Rita Hayworth, dance steps," BJ sharply mutters, turning to face Hawkeye, "Not one bit of this is news. Three days before this was printed two-thousand men died in battle." He waves the paper furiously, hurling it onto the table. "And not a word about it in this trash, not one word."
Hawkeye sadly shrugs. "They've forgotten Korea."
BJ clenches his teeth. "I think I envy them."
"So do I."