BJ pauses and peers around the small tent, heedful of witnesses. Assured the only man nearby is himself, he quickly leans over the cot, staring at the pile of letters before him. With record speed he shifts through the stack, stopping when he reaches the one he is searching for.
His eyes dart about, as he palms the letter postmarked Boston, and shoves it into the lining of his mattress, moments before Hawkeye barges through the door.
"Anything?"
Hawkeye sighs, eyes cast downward. "No." He pauses. "I think he's forgotten."
BJ merely nods, softly humming his usual mantra. "His loss."