"Not my choice, believe me. Sure, some of the fine folks I worked with were the type to bleed red white and blue- made doing their blood-work an absolute nightmare- but I got drafted. Went from working in a regular hospital to stitching up kids who got shot or blown up by other people's kids."

Watson gets a nod at that, and Hawkeye busies himself with sorting his small collection of supplies.

"It's important work, though. A decade ago- tail end of WW2 right?"