"That's Peg." BJ points, flashing the photograph at Hawkeye. "There's her mother, the one holding Erin, and that's her father carving the turkey." He pauses, staring at the photo. Giving a wistful smile, he moves on to the next.
Hawkeye cranes his neck, squinting at the blurs. "And that?"
"Peg, Erin, and the dog. God, see how beautiful they are?" BJ hands the photo over. "Look at that, see what this damn war made me leave behind?"
"I see." Hawkeye allows a glance. "I see I'm bunking with Norman Rockwell's wildest dream."
BJ makes a face, snapping the photograph back.