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I Want to be a Soldier by Hawk&Hotlips (a.k.a. Hawk-Hotlips)
A/N: This story came to me in a dream. This is a story I will see through to the end. I don't own MASH except for the characters you don't recognize. Will include some humor giving it the 'humor' genre, but mostly it's dramatic.
A soldier, a soldier is want to be. Not just ANY soldier, I want to be an AMERICAN soldier. My father was an American soldier, in World War I, but he didn't like the fighting. So he deserted to Korea, where he met a Korean woman, Soon-Sung. In a Catholic monastery, they had gotten married only a few months later. Her parents promptly disowned her, and she got pregnant some years later, and had a child, a boy, and that boy is me. They call me Soo-Hung.
After I was born, something was wrong; my mother was waking up. About 2:00 AM that night, she died. She had an aneurism or an ulcer or something and it burst or something when I was born and it killed her.
When I was two, we moved to America. I never learned to speak until a year later. The only language I know is English. I never learned Korean and have trouble living in Korea now. My father went to college, and as a job, he made zippers. At 6:00 A.M., he went to work at the zipper factory until 2:00 P.M. He taught me how to make zippers. I now know everything about zippers and you can ask me anything about them and I will answer correctly. When my father graduated college, he got a degree in carpentry. Then, we moved back to Korea, for 'tax purposes' as my father said.
Originally, my father graduated from college with a teaching degree, and promptly went into the war. So I was home-schooled, because my father knew and saw what Koreans due to Korean-American children here. We both built our hut together. We cut down some local trees, and bought some hay for the roof. We had wood walls, and a wood ceiling, and a hay roof. My dad would also experiment in our hut, he would try new carpentry ideas out and see how we like it, he even put carpet on our ceiling. I would also experiment, it would count as school projects. When I was eight, I installed a zipper in our ceiling, so we could hide in if any bad person came for us. I hid the zipper with a strip of carpet that can split apart when I zip or unzip it.
A year ago, North Koreans were coming for us, and I managed to hide, but my dad was trying to get some of our personal items when they came in. They shot him and he was dead instantly. They never found me, and left a few minutes later. Before they left, they robbed him. Most of our money was taken, and we had forty American dollars left, they were useless to the North Koreans. I put the money in my hideout and buried my father.
That was a year ago. Now I'm eighteen and I'm old enough to go into the American Army. I don't know how much it'll cost if at all so I took what I had left of my money, about $16.00, and set out to the nearest military place, the 4077th MASH unit.
When I got there, they were playing American Football, my dad's and my favorite sport. I didn't want to interrupt them, so I hid in the bushed. I could hear some of their dialogue, and could make out what they were saying.;
The dark haired doctor called out to the skinny, ferret-like man on the sidelines, "Hey, Frank! Why don't you play instead of standing there like a human being?"
"Well, who's going to keep an eye on you Pierce?" replied the ferret.
I couldn't help it, I started to laugh. They stopped, and turned to the bushes. The blond haired woman next to the guy in the fishing hat, whispered something to him, and he, and everyone else, approached the bushes.
As they got closer, the ferret said, "Phhh, it's probably a North Korean."
"Shut up, Frank!" whispered the guy in the hat. Then he said to me, "Alright, come out, we know you're there." I stood up and he asked me. "Well, who are you?"
"My name is Soo-Hung, sir."
"And what do you want?"
I thrust the money to him and said, "I want to join the American Army."
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