"One day," Hawkeye began, three hours into OR, "Life will give way to death and nothing will be left. The world will end, collapse in on itself, and all there will be is dark. It will all abruptly end in a mesh of chaos. One by one our lives will fall apart and end. No one, no thing, no matter."
"I believe they call that Judgment Day, Hawkeye." Father Mulcahy replied, surprised.
"No, Father." BJ corrected. "They call that War."
Silently they returned to the blood, shrapnel, and broken young men, fighting to maintain sanity while their socks stained red.