"Listen, Captain," General Barr gritted his teeth, shoving a finger in Hawkeye's general direction, "I've seen your type before, and I'll have you know something. You think you're high and mighty, a better man than this war? Sitting back here, patching men I so carelessly tossed into crossfire?" He sneered. "You're not."
Hawkeye only blinked.
"'Kill the men, count the bodies'; it's my job, you hear me? My damn job. Yours is at the operating table; mine is on a battlefield." He looked away. "You think I enjoy it, Captain? You couldn't be further from the truth."
Forcefully, he drank.