They begin, talking to drown out the blasts, drinking to numb the pain until they can feel again.
"It's the death. The war would be a great vacation spot if it weren't for that." Hawkeye quips.
Trapper nods, glass in hand. "Korea'd be a beaut if it weren't half blown away."
Hawkeye reaches for the bottle. "Kills me, patching those kids up so they can spread more death and destruction under another man's orders."
Henry, staring at the blood splatter on his pants, mutters, "What's it all amount to, really?"
Trapper and Hawkeye exchange a glance and answer together.
"Life."