Disclaimer: Not mine, not being paid for it.
Author's note: Sidney Freedman's POV of Hawkeye.
The more I see of war, the more I wonder if sanity can survive in the face of it.
Then I go to visit Hawkeye, to see how my brilliant, deeply caring and sarcastic friend is doing and I realize that sanity isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Maybe sanity is in the eye of the beholder. Or maybe it’s something that can be bent and twisted and stretched like toffee in order to create something wonderful. Maybe sanity is a choice to be made in between living with the memories made here and forgetting everything. Whatever it is, I hope Hawkeye regains his grip on sanity.