According the math @trapper-john and I have done (based off the fact that he’s a thoracic surgeon and therefore has specialized), we figured Hawkeye would have been roughly 24 when America entered WWII - which would have put him in med school. By 1945, he would have been roughly 27 and a resident. This means Hawkeye’s “this is my second war” could very well be true. He could, conceivably, have been a simple field medic. I’m not 100% sure how this messes with his draft in the Korean War, but work with me.
This also makes his whole singing Bing Crosby’s “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” to Radar that much more heartbreaking! Like, I can’t stand how much this is breaking my heart. I’m crying, Guys, I really am.
[Thank you to trapper-john for find the gif for me. Just to make everyone’s hearts break just a little bit more.]
“… You can plan on me. Please have snow and mistletoe and presents on the tree. Christmas Eve will find me, where the love light gleams. I’ll be home for Christmas. If only in my dreams.”
A week passed. I felt myself slipping deeper in fascination for Donald. The way he moved, talked, breathed, looked at me… When I was around him, I constantly found myself staring at him. It hit me one morning that I lay in bed. I could hear the wind blowing through the trees outside. The hot sun shining through the blinds. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I stared outside. But even from the moment I woke, all I could think about was Donald-just outside my door. Probably still asleep. I looked down at my hands and then fell back.