"Listen, Beej, everyone comes out of this war is wounded. You're wounded, Radar's wounded, Margaret's wounded, even Frank was wounded."
"Frank was crazy."
"See? Margaret got married for heaven's sake."
"Ah, but there you see, my wound is me, Beej. My wound is me, not being able to forgive people for doing this, not being able to forgive myself for not doing enough. I get so angry and I can't stop myself. I'm my own wound." Hawkeye sits on his bed, and runs a hand through his hair. "And I'm your wound, too."
"You aren't. You're a symptom, maybe. and also the cure."