lovethyneighb_or: (o salutarius hostia)
Reverend Francis John Patrick Mulcahy ([personal profile] lovethyneighb_or) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs 2024-03-07 10:40 pm (UTC)

cw references to death, murder, gore

Months. Only months. It truly isn’t him, and… yet, him all the same.

It’s better this way. Let that other, older Hawkeye rest. Let him not share in knowing what it’s like to drown in your own gore, or to play cards while you wait for someone to come from the brush to explode the lungs in your chest, or to wake up each morning to a bloodbath in the hall and step over the corpses to make it to breakfast. Let his heart stay unbroken. Let his memory be a blessing.

He shakes his head. “It wasn’t the war.” (Well it was, but his last day at camp wasn’t much later than ‘52.) “I’ve been…”

How do you even begin to explain this?

“Many of these new faces here are from a prison ship disguised as a vacation cruise. It was sort of like this, where it was full of people from all places and times. I’ve been there for years, Hawkeye.”

Beat. “It was a pretty lousy RNR if you ask me.”

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