His dirty little secret was out. They knew the pace he maintained couldn't be natural.

Charles Winchester had been taking amphetamines, and had since paid the price, both in terms of his health and his dignity.

Under a flag of truce, Hawkeye Pierce sat by him.

"Look. You took a wrong turn. We've all taken it into a bottle or a somebody. So don't beat yourself up."

"Kind words, Pierce. But the struggle continues."

"The struggle to keep up with the rest of us?"

"N-ho. The struggle to hold myself back, so that the rest of you may keep up with me."