Written by Crysta.
Synopsis.
Story as though the characters of MASH are speaking to Radar's animals after they find out the war is over. Ok, so it's a really corny idea, but it was the only legit way I could find to get into their heads on those final days and get their deepest, darkest secrets. Bear with me.
Margaret.
Hey guys. I know, I know, you're all mad at me because I've neglected you lately. There's been a lot going on though. Here, take your lettuce and listen to me while you crunch.
They say that the war may be coming to an end soon. Wouldn't it be wonderful to go home and be ale to have a life again? Not to eat army food, to take a warm shower, to wear real clothes again? But I guess you wouldn't really know about that, would you? You little guys don't really know too much about showers and clothes, and I keep forgetting that this is your home.
But don't worry, I don't really think we'll be going anywhere too soon. they've said we'll have peace before and look where it's gotten us. BJ's more and more troubled each day, Father Mulchay looks as if he's been through the ringer. Even Klinger looks more bedraggled than ever. He may even be starting to go gray. But for now, I'll keep telling myself that it's just the way the light hits it.
And Colonel Potter. I never thought that man could age a day. all this time and he still resembles a character in a Norman Rockwell picture. For a regular army man, he sure does have one hell of a heart. Maybe that's why I love him so much. He is the army, which is what has been my whole life, and he's a loving person too, a very distinct father figure to me at this point. Who would have thought I could get the best of both worlds?
What scares me now is Hawkeye. Yes, that big strong man who always used to save his salad bits for you. And his oatmeal for me. Sorry Fluffy, it's an inside joke. But judging by the looks on your furry little faces, no one told you. He went crazy.
Wow, that sounded horrible, out in the open and so blunt like that. But it's true. After that wonderful day at the beach, something in him just snapped. I'm really not sure what it was. Maybe the beach reminded him too much of home. Or maybe it was the fact that when we came back there was a truckload of wounded waiting for him. Or maybe it was because he just swallowed too much salt water. I did push him off a pretty high rock.
But none of that should have affected him so much. Hawkeye is a rock, and he always has been. There had to be something else. All I remember is that on the ride back we had to stop because there were enemies afoot, and Hawkeye told someone in the back of the bus to keep a baby quiet. And then it just stopped. I don't know how, because I couldn't turn around. And I kick myself for that now, because nothing should scare me. I'm a Houlihan, and we don't let ourselves do things like that. But what could possibly have done this to Hawkeye, and how did that baby get so quiet? Right now, I don't know, and right now, I'm not in the mood to solve puzzles. Maybe the two puzzles together make sense. And maybe I'll think about it later. Right now I'm going to go bum a martini off BJ, and try to get him to smile. Between missing his wife and now no Hawkeye to keep him sane, he seems to be drifting. I wish there was a way to get him home. Maybe there is.
Fluffy, there are just too many puzzles today. Be thankful your only problem is safe within those little bars. Say hi to Bongo for me. I'll be back tomorrow with some toast.
End of chapter one.. More to come very soon.
Synopsis.
Story as though the characters of MASH are speaking to Radar's animals after they find out the war is over. Ok, so it's a really corny idea, but it was the only legit way I could find to get into their heads on those final days and get their deepest, darkest secrets. Bear with me.
Margaret.
Hey guys. I know, I know, you're all mad at me because I've neglected you lately. There's been a lot going on though. Here, take your lettuce and listen to me while you crunch.
They say that the war may be coming to an end soon. Wouldn't it be wonderful to go home and be ale to have a life again? Not to eat army food, to take a warm shower, to wear real clothes again? But I guess you wouldn't really know about that, would you? You little guys don't really know too much about showers and clothes, and I keep forgetting that this is your home.
But don't worry, I don't really think we'll be going anywhere too soon. they've said we'll have peace before and look where it's gotten us. BJ's more and more troubled each day, Father Mulchay looks as if he's been through the ringer. Even Klinger looks more bedraggled than ever. He may even be starting to go gray. But for now, I'll keep telling myself that it's just the way the light hits it.
And Colonel Potter. I never thought that man could age a day. all this time and he still resembles a character in a Norman Rockwell picture. For a regular army man, he sure does have one hell of a heart. Maybe that's why I love him so much. He is the army, which is what has been my whole life, and he's a loving person too, a very distinct father figure to me at this point. Who would have thought I could get the best of both worlds?
What scares me now is Hawkeye. Yes, that big strong man who always used to save his salad bits for you. And his oatmeal for me. Sorry Fluffy, it's an inside joke. But judging by the looks on your furry little faces, no one told you. He went crazy.
Wow, that sounded horrible, out in the open and so blunt like that. But it's true. After that wonderful day at the beach, something in him just snapped. I'm really not sure what it was. Maybe the beach reminded him too much of home. Or maybe it was the fact that when we came back there was a truckload of wounded waiting for him. Or maybe it was because he just swallowed too much salt water. I did push him off a pretty high rock.
But none of that should have affected him so much. Hawkeye is a rock, and he always has been. There had to be something else. All I remember is that on the ride back we had to stop because there were enemies afoot, and Hawkeye told someone in the back of the bus to keep a baby quiet. And then it just stopped. I don't know how, because I couldn't turn around. And I kick myself for that now, because nothing should scare me. I'm a Houlihan, and we don't let ourselves do things like that. But what could possibly have done this to Hawkeye, and how did that baby get so quiet? Right now, I don't know, and right now, I'm not in the mood to solve puzzles. Maybe the two puzzles together make sense. And maybe I'll think about it later. Right now I'm going to go bum a martini off BJ, and try to get him to smile. Between missing his wife and now no Hawkeye to keep him sane, he seems to be drifting. I wish there was a way to get him home. Maybe there is.
Fluffy, there are just too many puzzles today. Be thankful your only problem is safe within those little bars. Say hi to Bongo for me. I'll be back tomorrow with some toast.
End of chapter one.. More to come very soon.