"Cushy job?" Hawkeye grips the clipboard harder, staring in disbelief at the man in the bed below him.
"I understand how tough you guys have it here. You're forced to stare death in the face, but we have to stare at it in the faces of our best friends, while giving it to an 'enemy'. We'd kill to simply eat, and sometimes do. And imagine sleeping in a trench with the enemy shooting at you from five feet away."
And it is here that Hawkeye realizes how lucky he really is, three miles from the front line in war-torn Korea.