All the way down in the dark, all alone. Radar hugs his knee tighter. Out on the water, the lanterns swim and bob, stringing themselves together in a distant chain a hundred feet long. There's no light that far from shore but what they brought with them. What they make together.
He thinks of himself and Hawkeye and Father Mulcahy and everybody else from the 4077th, lamps lit, generator humming, driving back the dark of the war the best they know how. How could he have ever thought Hawkeye wanted to be left alone? They're never alone. That's how they've always survived. His eyes well up so fast that it hurts; pretty soon he can't see anything but a smear of faraway light.
"Guess that's why they stick together down there," he says, voice thick.
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All the way down in the dark, all alone. Radar hugs his knee tighter. Out on the water, the lanterns swim and bob, stringing themselves together in a distant chain a hundred feet long. There's no light that far from shore but what they brought with them. What they make together.
He thinks of himself and Hawkeye and Father Mulcahy and everybody else from the 4077th, lamps lit, generator humming, driving back the dark of the war the best they know how. How could he have ever thought Hawkeye wanted to be left alone? They're never alone. That's how they've always survived. His eyes well up so fast that it hurts; pretty soon he can't see anything but a smear of faraway light.
"Guess that's why they stick together down there," he says, voice thick.