They found Radar, an hour after the OR session, huddled on his cot, tears streaming down his face, clutching his infamous bear. He cried without shame, his mouthing forming silent words, as they watched, tears of their own.
And together they cried, Frank in the chair, Margaret perched on the desk, the daily report beside her. Klinger, in olive drab, sat on the floor, wiping his eyes. Hawkeye and Trapper sat on the cot, Radar between them, eyes bloodshot, tears threatening to fall.
And together they cried, for their commander, their friend, for the man who would never go home.