"Come in, unless you're a woodpecker!" BJ responded to the knocking on the Swamp door.
"Hey, Margaret! Who was that dummy I saw you with last night?" Hawkeye snickered as Margaret stormed into the tent.
"I was willing to go with a joke is a joke, but last night you went beyond funny. You escalated to cruel and inhuman, and so this morning, I upped the ante."
"Oh, really? Do we have to guess, or will it be a surprise?" Hawkeye asked snidely.
"Oh, it'll be a surprise alright. Especially when Peg gets my letter." Margaret said, crossing her arms.
"Letter? What do you mean?" BJ asked, smiling.
"I sent a letter to your wife, funnyman, telling her all about our year long love affair, and how you didn't have the nerve to tell her it was all over between you and her. I think that beats a dummy in the closet, don't you?"
"You didn't really do that." Hawkeye said, disbelievingly.
"I told her you brought us together."
"Margaret, you didn't." Charles interjected.
"I did so, and I got the last laugh."
"This is incredible." Hawkeye said, anger rising.
"Do you realize what you've done? Do you realize what Peg is going to do when she reads that letter? My God, my wife!" BJ cried, smile long faded.
"You should have thought of that last night." Margaret said unrepentantly.
"Darn it, Margaret. You have not only lost every friend you may have had in this camp, but we're going to make your life so miserable, you're going to wish you were Little Mac!" Hawkeye shouted, standing.
"People, people, what's going on here?" Charles asked, bewildered.
"I don't believe it!" BJ cried, covering his face.
"These were harmless practical jokes. This was all in fun!" Charles said, rising from his chair.
"I can't believe it!" BJ shouted, leaping from his chair and wrapping his hands around Margaret's throat. Throwing her back onto Hawkeye's cot, he didn't realize that he hit her head against the metal bedframe hard. He also didn't hear the coughing in Margaret's breathing.
"BJ stop!" Hawkeye grunted, trying to pull him off her to no avail.
"Hunnicut! Hunnicut, no! It was me, Hunnicut. It was me!" Charles screamed, running to help Hawkeye pry Hunnicut off of Margaret. Both Hawkeye and Charles struggled to yank BJ away, but his anger was just too strong. With one mighty heave, Charles finally succeeded in pulling BJ away. Hunnicut turned on him, fists raised. Charles backed up, trying to defend himself.
"They were just jokes!" He said.
"Jokes! That letter to my wife is no joke! It'll break her heart! She'll never trust me again!" BJ screamed, moving towards Winchester.
Hawkeye's look then turned comical as if he was holding back a laugh. BJ also gained a smile on his face. As this was going on Margaret got up.
"Do you think that's enough BJ? Hawkeye asked as he turned to BJ.
"Yeah I think so. That was a very good performance Margaret." He said replying to Hawkeye, while turning to face the fully standing, and smiling Major.
"You weren't so bad yourself." She replied. Just then she felt a sharp pain shoot through her skull.
"Oh." She moaned as she placed her hand on the back of her head while, collapsing onto Hawkeye's bed. She started to have trouble breathing, her eyes begin to bulge, and she places her other hand above her throat. Hawkeye turned towards her.