"I thought the war would be glory and honor and all those other things Hemmingway promised me." Hawkeye whispered, laying in the only field near the camp without landmines in it.
"Hemmingway never promised anything. Except a profit, for himself."
"Trap said the same thing." A smiled lingered on Hawkeye's face for a moment, before it too faded away like so many things before. "I feel like I've been cheated out of something."
BJ tore his gaze from the dark haired figure to stare at the sky. Blinking away the tears, he replied, "Me too, Hawk." Then, quieter. "Me too."