"Problem there, McIntyre?"
Trapper looks up, shaken. "It's the heart. A piece of the jeep shot clear through, amazing he's alive at all."
Henry nods. "He was closest when the damn thing exploded. Anything you can do?"
"I don't -- yes. I mean -- no. I mean --" He cuts off, at a loss.
The two doctors share a knowing look, understanding what is just about to pass.
"I'll get the priest." And Henry does, without ceremony, for war is war and death is unavoidable.
That night, together, they drink themselves into a stupor, each sip a step toward forgetting.