"Pain reminds you that you're still alive."

"With pain like this, I'd rather be dead."

The Private gazes on, face blank. "Keep drinking like that and you will be."

Hawkeye downs the whiskey in one swoop, grinning as he slams the glass back down. "It's not a habit," He points, asking for a refill, "I only drink when sober."

"Thirty casualties in a battle like that is astonishingly good." The Private looks away. "No need to take it personal."

"Dead is dead is dead." Hawkeye stands up. "I take it personal, Private, because those thirty boys can't."

He leaves, sullen.