I have to exorcise Hawkeye. I'm older now than he was, and his fascinating combination of professional brilliance and social dysfunction isn't relevant to the non-warzone I function in daily.
Bathrobes and combat boots may be out of my fashion sense now. What does that leave me?
"You son of a bitch. Why did you make me remember that?" -- Hawkeye, Goodbye, Farewell, and Amen