1. Military personnel
I would wish for a thousand wishes if I had but one wish! a beggar on the corner cries. Hawkeye stops and ponders this before deciding that her wish would be for constancy—she does not elaborate—and posing the question the rest of the office.
The answers vary from Furey's timid request for warm weather—it is smoggy and overcast out of doors, a vile sort of not-damp cool weather—to Havoc's surly demand for more cigarettes (he has run out unexpectedly, the last three destroyed by a cheerful and oblivious Hughes' spilled coffee). Roy sticks his head out from his office and proclaims loudly that his wish is to see all of the women in the military attired in miniskirts. The men laugh, a few of them a bit wistfully, and Hawkeye's mouth recedes into a thin, unhappy line. No one quite notices her hurt, or interprets it as such, but the office is quiet for the rest of the day, and when her eyes meet Roy's there is an odd and awkward quality of silence resounding between them.