"We've got another ambulance and a chopper on the way!"
"Three straight days and they keep coming," BJ mutters, reaching for a look beneath a bandage. "You'd think they would run out."
"They never run out." Hawkeye sighs, pulling himself to his feet, and turns to look at the sun rising into the blood-red sky. Softly, he begins to recite, "'Red sky at night, soldiers delight. Red sky in the morn, surgeons take warn'."
BJ snaps his head up. "I thought that was for sailors."
"Lost at sea is lost at sea," He moves away, "With or without the water."