It was a hot summer day, at the 4077. There was currently no patients, so people were taking it easy.
Radar had just finished lunch and was walking back to his tent. Along the way, he was treated to a wonderful sight:
One of the nurses was lying on her stomach on a towel. She had unhooked the bra of her bikini, in order to get on even tan on her bare back.
As Radar looked at her, he realized who she was:
Major Houlihan!
Surprised, and more than a little excited, he looked at her for a bit, even walking closer to her. Eventually, she looked up and saw him.
"Radar!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Major!" He started to walk away.
"Stop a second!," she commanded.
He stopped. "Yes, sir-I mean ma'am?"
"Come back here!"
"Yes, ma'am." He walked over to her.
"How long have you been staring at me?"
"Not long. Less than a minute."
"Do you like what you see?"
"Oh, yes!," he said, quickly. "Well, that is, I mean. . . "
"Never mind! Turn around for a bit."
"Yes, ma'am."
He did this. She re-hooked her bra and straightened herself onto her back.
"You can turn around again."
"OK." He looked at her again.
"Since you're here, there's a little favor I want you to do for me."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Massage my feet, please."
"M-massage your feet?"
"Am I embarrassing you, Radar?"
"No. Well, maybe a little."
"Frank used to do it for me. But he's no longer here."
"Sure, I'll massage your feet."
He sat down at her feet and began rubbing them. "A bit harder, please. . . You've got nice hands, Radar."
"Thank you, Marg-I mean, Major."
"Ever massaged a girl, before?"
"No. But a girl walked on my back once, while I was on leave in Tokyo."
"Was that nice?"
"Yeah!"
"Radar, there's been something I've been wanting to tell you."
"OK."
"You're the perfect guy for a girl?"
"I am?"
"Yes. You're kind, sweet, and very nice."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"You just need to have more self confidence. Be bolder with women. You might fall flat on your face, but at least you tried."
"Thanks, Margret. I'll keep it in mind."
"Margret?"
"Sorry. I mean Major!"
"And that's just what I'm talking about, Radar!"
"I see what you're saying, Major-I mean, Margret!"
She smiled. "That's better!"
Suddenly, there was a message over the PA:
"Attention, all personnel-attention all personnel!: Casualties coming in, in about a half hour. Sorry, folks!"
Radar got up. Margret put her slippers and robe on, and also got up.
"Thanks for your massage, Radar."
"Oh, no problem. I'll do it again, if you'd like."
"Perhaps I will."
"Oh, and thanks for you advice, Margret."
"Anytime. See you in surgery."
"Yes, ma'am."
They went in opposite direction.
Remembering what just happened, Radar smiled broadly. Hawkeye met him.
"Radar, what are you grinning about?"
"I just met Hot Lips!"
"Is that so?"
"She was sunbathing. She unhooked her bra!"
"Oh yeah?"
"And I massaged her feet!"
"You lucky bastard!"
"Hawk!"
"Let's get ready for the coming wounded."
"Right."