"You did all you could."

Bitterly, BJ scoffs. "It wasn't enough." Another name for the growing toll of dead.

Hawkeye nods. "I'll have Radar start the letter to the folks, he --"

"No." His voice is stern. "I'll do it when we're done." He motions for another casualty.

"Beej, you sure you want --"

The ice in his glare leaves no doubt as to what he wants. As he takes a cut into the man laying before him, BJ begins to softly hum, keeping his voice low so those around him cannot hear.

"Happy Birthday to me . . . "