There's nothing else he can say. Anything more will prod the wound, and when the wound's as bad as this, all a corpsman can really do is wrap it up and call for a doctor. Silently, though, he repeats all the names the Father told him -- Vickie, Father Cook, Jester, Hawkeye -- so he won't forget. And he won't move from this spot until Mulcahy does, either.

Because somebody's got to stay here and remember the people who aren't. He can't let Mulcahy be the only one.