The woman wanders into camp, bundle clutched in her arms, eyes yellow and wild. A steady stream of frantic Korean pours from her mouth as she presses the bundle toward passersby.
Once her urgency is translated, Hawkeye pulls her aside.
"Let me -- I'll help, I --"
"Milk!" She cries, demanding.
"Yes, just let me look --" Hawkeye holds his arms out, reaching for her child, smiling to show he meant no harm. Pushing the cloth aside, a gasp escapes him.
Hours later his sobs of the dead child's eyes echo about the camp, as BJ struggles to comfort him.