(Henry, Hawkeye, Frank, and Trapper watch the desk being airlifted out.)
Hawkeye: Pardon me, Henry, isn't that your desk?
Henry: Yeah. That's my genuine antique desk.
Trapper: Sending it out to be waxed?
Henry: I'm not sure what it's doing up there. Just keeps going up...up...up.
Hawkeye: To a far, far better place, I'm sure.