A/N: Thank you to my reviewers! You make me feel wonderful. Firebirdgal, your idea is great so here it is! Hawk's Soul, Army socks! ICK! And more sarcasm will come.
As soon as I'd said that I hated Mother, I knew something was wrong.
"At least you have one," said Hawkeye bitterly.
Then it hit me--Hawkeye didn't have a mother. She had died when he was a boy.
"I--I--I'm sorry," I stammered.
We had stopped outside my tent door. Hawkeye was glaring at me.
"In case you hadn't noticed, there is more than your trauma going on around here," he said. "There's the Korean War, not just the Jaclyn vs. Clark saga you seem to be starring in. So if you would please think about more than yourself for this once!" He shoved my box at me. "Goodbye, Captain Waters."
Hawkeye stormed away.
I pulled the door open and threw my boxes on the floor.
He was right. I was a selfish and spoiled brat. There was so much suffering going on that my small domestic spat didn't even register.
8:30
I am an idiot.
A/N: Another short chapter!