The fight goes out of Hawkeye, his shoulders falling lower than their habitual slump.

"Two-hundred and eighty-nine casualties in seventeen hours," he says (recites), and he gives up on his forearms as a lost cause, pitching the red washcloth into the center of the table. He folds his arms on the table and leans, resting most of his weight on them.

"Forty-six amputated limbs, thirty-five concussions, fourteen bowel resections, eleven splenectomies, nine removed kidneys, one open heart massage, and a partridge in a pear tree."