Authors note: I don't own them, I just like to play with them. This takes place about a month before Margaret's marriage. Frank has already gone AWOL and Charles has arrived.
A soft, drizzling rain was falling, making everything slightly damp. Margaret's hair was sticking to her face. Her vision was blurring, not due to the rain but tears
Her engagement was off. She really should be happy. In the heat of the argument, she had found out that he had cheated on her with every broad in Tokyo and Seoul and that as soon as they were married, he was going to force her into moving to the states and give up nursing.
Now she looked down the road where his jeep had disappeared a few moments ago. With a sigh, she went into the Mess tent and got a cup of coffee. She sat down at an abandoned table, not wanting to face the looks of sympathy many of her nurses were shooting at her.
Hawkeye came in and sat down next to her.
"You feelin' okay?" he asked in a soft whisper. He had heard the entire fight.
"Yeah. I don't know why I always pick such losers. First Frank and now Donald. Men like that should be taken to an open field and shot."
Colonel Potter and BJ came over to join them. Both were looking sympathetic. BJ spoke first,
"You're better off without him."
"I know, I know."
" Hey Beej, how's about we throw an ole fashion pity party for our down in the dumps friend?"
" Good idea. What do you say Margaret?"
"Well…"
"Come on. Only the elite swampmen and Colonel Potter if he so desires. It'll help take you mind off things."
"Oh all right. What time?"
"Eight o'clock wounded permitting"
"See you then."
Eight o'clock came and the antifreeze martini's started flowing. Hawkeye and BJ greeted Margaret in the gorilla suits once bought for Hawk and Trapper to annoy her and Frank. The little party was suppose to do two things, make Margaret laugh and get her stone drunk, both of which would help her get over the fact that her ex- feoncee was a dirty skunk.
It worked. The four of them had a wonderful time and ever Charles was a little more bearable then usual. Margaret started making plans for the rest of her life, none of which included a husband. When she fell asleep on the extra cot in the swamp, no one had the heart to wake her. Margaret would be just fine.
A soft, drizzling rain was falling, making everything slightly damp. Margaret's hair was sticking to her face. Her vision was blurring, not due to the rain but tears
Her engagement was off. She really should be happy. In the heat of the argument, she had found out that he had cheated on her with every broad in Tokyo and Seoul and that as soon as they were married, he was going to force her into moving to the states and give up nursing.
Now she looked down the road where his jeep had disappeared a few moments ago. With a sigh, she went into the Mess tent and got a cup of coffee. She sat down at an abandoned table, not wanting to face the looks of sympathy many of her nurses were shooting at her.
Hawkeye came in and sat down next to her.
"You feelin' okay?" he asked in a soft whisper. He had heard the entire fight.
"Yeah. I don't know why I always pick such losers. First Frank and now Donald. Men like that should be taken to an open field and shot."
Colonel Potter and BJ came over to join them. Both were looking sympathetic. BJ spoke first,
"You're better off without him."
"I know, I know."
" Hey Beej, how's about we throw an ole fashion pity party for our down in the dumps friend?"
" Good idea. What do you say Margaret?"
"Well…"
"Come on. Only the elite swampmen and Colonel Potter if he so desires. It'll help take you mind off things."
"Oh all right. What time?"
"Eight o'clock wounded permitting"
"See you then."
Eight o'clock came and the antifreeze martini's started flowing. Hawkeye and BJ greeted Margaret in the gorilla suits once bought for Hawk and Trapper to annoy her and Frank. The little party was suppose to do two things, make Margaret laugh and get her stone drunk, both of which would help her get over the fact that her ex- feoncee was a dirty skunk.
It worked. The four of them had a wonderful time and ever Charles was a little more bearable then usual. Margaret started making plans for the rest of her life, none of which included a husband. When she fell asleep on the extra cot in the swamp, no one had the heart to wake her. Margaret would be just fine.