Hawk pours the both of them some of the gin, because it's a rite of passage before you play poker in... well, previously the Swamp, now his clinic. The booze Claude brought goes on the table with the rest, and Hawk takes the nuts appreciatively too.

"I knew that one over there, with the glasses- that's Father Mulcahy, he's a chaplain. Some of us are... technically from the same army, but it doesn't sound like many of us came from the same time or world. Frinstance, that guy there- Leon? Same army as I got drafted into, but he's later than I am. Peter- ginger guy with the concentrating face- same war as me, but he's also from well after me, and he wasn't from the same army. We're a nice little mixed bag here."