Mmmm beef lo-mein.
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solidfoamsoulI love lo-mein.
Anyway, I fixed up my RPG post thingy. (Like mentioning more people and their jobs... And fixing Mulcahy's name. *facepalm*)Totally guessed on the date. You know it's super hard to guess when 4 (or is it 3?) years are stretched into 11. Doesnt exactly divide evenly.
Plus a M*A*S*H Friends Only banner.
Plus my new MASH icon. Made by me. (Not behind cut. Duh)
All behind the cut.
M*A*S*H Camp 4077th
South Korea
12:57am, 1951
Captain Benjamin Franklin Pierce, better known as Hawkeye, tudged into The Swamp, the tent he shared with Major Frank Burns and Captain BJ Hunnicutt, and simply collapsed. It as a miracle he landed on his bunk. After 30 hours in the OR with the new surgeon B.J. Hunnicutt, and the events of the past week finally taking their toll, Hawk needed the rest badly. BJ was a great surgeon, don't get him wrong. But BJ was also a bit green, to war (--no pun intended--) and to "meatball" surgrey. Patch the boys up best we can and ship 'em off to better--real hospitals. Or back to the front. Or back home, sometimes, in a box.
As Hawk closed his eyes he wondered what BJ would say coming into the tent, what Frank would be yammering about, and what Trap would have thought of BJ. Hawkeye's lids flickered, thinking of Captain "Trapper" John McIntyre. His best friend, his partner in crime, his brother. His fellow Swamp-rat and surgeon who had left while Hawkeye was on a three day R&R without so much as a note. Hawkeye tried catching him before he plane left in Seoul, but he had been too late. What he did leave was a kiss on the cheek which Corpol Walter "Radar" O'Reilly, the Company Clerk, had squimishly given him. Ironicly, that was the same day he had met BJ.
Hawk liked BJ. He had no doubt they would get along just swimmingly. After all they had both arrived at the camp rip-roaring drunk. But would they be as good as friends a he and Trapper had been? He really didn't want to think about it. Thinking of Trapper hurt a little too much. It was bad enough they had lost Henry...
Hawkeye's thought now turned to their former CO, Henry Blake. You couldn't have met a nicer man, a more pleasent a CO. Now Potter, (Sherman Potter, their new CO. Friendly, but by the book. Although not as ARMY as Frank and Margaret, thank GOD!) was nice enough, older than Henry had been and with that more experience, but no one could replace Henry. Just as no one could rplace Trapper. But that's all Hawk could think of BJ now, no matter how hard he tried not to. Not only for his own sake, but for BJ's as well. He didnt want to insult his skill and their new friendship with such a thought.
Same with Potter, too, Hawkeye thought, but it wasn't the same. He wasn't sure why. He wondered how Radar was and figured he was probably already aslep clutching his teddy bear. Radar was not yet 20 and had lost his dad at age 4. Henry had been like a second one, one he actually knew and Radar had been the one who had to deliever the news to everone else in the OR.
Father John Francis Patrick Mulcahy, the unit's chaplin, had given a wonderful memorial for Henry and even Frank didn't belittle Radar when the young man accidently choked out a sob that made Hawk want to bawl like a little boy that had just lost his mommy. (Which Hawkeye knew plently about.) Major Margaret Houlighan, the head nurse, in a act of rare shown compassion took the young man's hand and gave it a squeeze while silent tears fell down her own face.
Hawk knew that later on Radar had sobbed so badly in the Padre's tent he made himself sick. Mulcahy didn't tell, it was against the code, but Hawkeye had heard while passing, however muffled by the chaplin's jacket. Hawk had retreated to the showers, letting out a few held back tears as well, then and hadn't shed another tear since.
Finally Hawkeye let his mind stop spinning and slowly rose like a zombie from the dead off his cot to The Still. The "bathtub" gin maker he and Trapper had built together. He poured himself a much need martini, downing it in two swallows and then fell back onto his cot. He wondered about asking Radar to get on the horn and find out where good ole Sidney Freedman was, then thought against it. No need for the shrink, no need for dramatics. All Hawkeye needed was a good drink (good luck with that) and a good night's rest (better chances with the drink.)
Current mood:
drunk
Anyway, I fixed up my RPG post thingy. (Like mentioning more people and their jobs... And fixing Mulcahy's name. *facepalm*)Totally guessed on the date. You know it's super hard to guess when 4 (or is it 3?) years are stretched into 11. Doesnt exactly divide evenly.
Plus a M*A*S*H Friends Only banner.
Plus my new MASH icon. Made by me. (Not behind cut. Duh)
All behind the cut.
M*A*S*H Camp 4077th
South Korea
12:57am, 1951
Captain Benjamin Franklin Pierce, better known as Hawkeye, tudged into The Swamp, the tent he shared with Major Frank Burns and Captain BJ Hunnicutt, and simply collapsed. It as a miracle he landed on his bunk. After 30 hours in the OR with the new surgeon B.J. Hunnicutt, and the events of the past week finally taking their toll, Hawk needed the rest badly. BJ was a great surgeon, don't get him wrong. But BJ was also a bit green, to war (--no pun intended--) and to "meatball" surgrey. Patch the boys up best we can and ship 'em off to better--real hospitals. Or back to the front. Or back home, sometimes, in a box.
As Hawk closed his eyes he wondered what BJ would say coming into the tent, what Frank would be yammering about, and what Trap would have thought of BJ. Hawkeye's lids flickered, thinking of Captain "Trapper" John McIntyre. His best friend, his partner in crime, his brother. His fellow Swamp-rat and surgeon who had left while Hawkeye was on a three day R&R without so much as a note. Hawkeye tried catching him before he plane left in Seoul, but he had been too late. What he did leave was a kiss on the cheek which Corpol Walter "Radar" O'Reilly, the Company Clerk, had squimishly given him. Ironicly, that was the same day he had met BJ.
Hawk liked BJ. He had no doubt they would get along just swimmingly. After all they had both arrived at the camp rip-roaring drunk. But would they be as good as friends a he and Trapper had been? He really didn't want to think about it. Thinking of Trapper hurt a little too much. It was bad enough they had lost Henry...
Hawkeye's thought now turned to their former CO, Henry Blake. You couldn't have met a nicer man, a more pleasent a CO. Now Potter, (Sherman Potter, their new CO. Friendly, but by the book. Although not as ARMY as Frank and Margaret, thank GOD!) was nice enough, older than Henry had been and with that more experience, but no one could replace Henry. Just as no one could rplace Trapper. But that's all Hawk could think of BJ now, no matter how hard he tried not to. Not only for his own sake, but for BJ's as well. He didnt want to insult his skill and their new friendship with such a thought.
Same with Potter, too, Hawkeye thought, but it wasn't the same. He wasn't sure why. He wondered how Radar was and figured he was probably already aslep clutching his teddy bear. Radar was not yet 20 and had lost his dad at age 4. Henry had been like a second one, one he actually knew and Radar had been the one who had to deliever the news to everone else in the OR.
Father John Francis Patrick Mulcahy, the unit's chaplin, had given a wonderful memorial for Henry and even Frank didn't belittle Radar when the young man accidently choked out a sob that made Hawk want to bawl like a little boy that had just lost his mommy. (Which Hawkeye knew plently about.) Major Margaret Houlighan, the head nurse, in a act of rare shown compassion took the young man's hand and gave it a squeeze while silent tears fell down her own face.
Hawk knew that later on Radar had sobbed so badly in the Padre's tent he made himself sick. Mulcahy didn't tell, it was against the code, but Hawkeye had heard while passing, however muffled by the chaplin's jacket. Hawk had retreated to the showers, letting out a few held back tears as well, then and hadn't shed another tear since.
Finally Hawkeye let his mind stop spinning and slowly rose like a zombie from the dead off his cot to The Still. The "bathtub" gin maker he and Trapper had built together. He poured himself a much need martini, downing it in two swallows and then fell back onto his cot. He wondered about asking Radar to get on the horn and find out where good ole Sidney Freedman was, then thought against it. No need for the shrink, no need for dramatics. All Hawkeye needed was a good drink (good luck with that) and a good night's rest (better chances with the drink.)
Current mood:
drunk
