Notes: My first M*A*S*H story! I'm happy! Anyway, it's about a part in the first episode of M*A*S*H I ever watched, which means. Not very happy story. Anyway, the only thing I know about Henry Blake is from the one episode I saw him in and that Radar looked up to him as a father. The story is short... So...mmm...on with the story?
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And the world came crashing down around him. Everything felt like it had stopped in time and wasn't going to move anytime soon. The telegram he had just read still in his hands that shook. He felt sick, hot. His stomachache as nerves took their control over him.
He, Radar O'Reilly, had also been like a child to most of the staff of MASH 4077th and Lt. Colonel Henry Blake had always felt like a father he never had and this telegram said he was dead. The room was spinning and he lost his balance. He needed to sit down.
He could feel his head pounding away and the tears coming to his eyes. Damn this war. Henry did not deserve to die. Hell, he just got his discharged. It was no fair!
The door opened and he spun around a little to quickly and fell off his chair.
"Radar? You okay?" He pulled himself up. The room was spinning way to fast, he couldn't even see who was talking to him. He felt like there was no air in the room…The next moment, he was bending over the chair looking at his lunch he had eaten just about a half-hour ago.
"Radar?!" The concerned person from behind him asked once again.
"He's dead." His voice quivered as he managed to get himself up and walk to the OR room with a distance look in his eyes. He opened the door and looked at all the doctors and nurses.
"Radar! Put on a mask!"
"I have a message…"
"Radar, if its my discharge, just say it. I'll be able to take it."
"Lt. Colonel Henry Blake is…Henry Blake's airplane…was shot down over the Sea of Japan…" He took a deep breath before saying the next part.
"There were no survivors…"
And the room fell deathly quiet.
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Disclaimer: I think it's very obvious that I don't own M*A*S*H or it's characters.