"They die more than they live, way I see it." Klinger slips out of the tent, anger flashing in his eyes.
Silently, Hawkeye agrees.
"We've got a ninety-eight percent chance of survival here!" Frank loudly protests.
"Even with a scalpel in Frank's hand and a live patient on his table." Trapper cracks a smile at Hawkeye, letting it fade as the dark-haired man ignores him.
Frank disregards this comment, muttering about 'ungrateful degenerates' of camp.
Suddenly, Hawkeye jumps to his feet, fuming to the door, calling over his shoulder. "There's more than one way to death, beating heart or no."