"Honey, what's going on?" Louise asked worriedly as she walked over to the table. She noticed Trapper was cradling his head in his hands, and barely touched his breakfast. "John?..."
She was surprised when he finally looked up at her. His eyes were red and a few tears had escaped and trickled down his cheeks. She hardly ever saw him cry.
"John?..."
Trapper just shook his head, not sure how to tell his wife that he just found out his best friend was dead. How would she understand what they went through together, how close they had become?
"Honey, please. What's wrong?"
He sighed. "You remember Hawkeye?"
Louise thought for a moment before nodding, "yes you've told me quite a bit about him- why? Did something happen?"
Trapper wiped at his face. "He's dead..."