1
Margaret stood in her tent which was all torn up. She placed her hands on her hips as she looked around at al the stuff scattered out on the floor around her.
"Margaret," Frank called quietly from the door.
"I think we should discuss the lieutenant's x-ray now," he said.
"Come in Frank," she said getting annoyed.
Frank walked in and went over to her and started kissing her neck.
"I have a headache," she said.
"Well what's wrong honey?" Frank asked as he backed up.
Margaret sighed.
"My ring is missing," she said.
"What ring?" he asked.
"The ring that I kept on the chain with my dog tags Frank," she said.
Frank just gave her a look of confusion.
"I though I was the only man in your life," he whined.
"You are Frank. It's just that that ring was given to me by some one special a long time ago. I haven't seen him since," Margaret said starting to dig through her things again.
"Is it real gold? Silver maybe?" he asked.
"No Frank. It is a small fake one. Gold colored bad with a small pink rose on the top," she said.
"Then why is it so special?" he asked.
Margaret just stood up.
"Not everything has to revolve around money Frank. I was thirteen at the time and the boy who gave it to me was the same age. He used all the money he had for it," she said.
"Didn't any of the other boys you knew ever give you jewelry?" Frank asked.
"Yes," she said.
"Then why are you going on like this is the only gift that you've ever gotten? I mean darling, if you want another ring I can always just buy one for you," he said.
Margaret sighed.
"Sit down Frank, I have a story to tell you about I got this ring," she said.
Hawkeye sat over in the swamp as he examined a ring that he had found in the mess tent.
"You know what this is?" Hawkeye asked.
"A ring," BJ said.
"Ha ha, very funny. This happens to be the ring that I gave to a very lucky girl some years ago," Hawkeye said.
"Not to ruin your parade Hawk, but isn't there a lot of rings like that?" he asked.
Hawkeye held it up and pointed to right beside the rose.
"You see the indent?" he asked.
BJ went over and looked it over.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Can you make out what two letters they are?" Hawkeye asked.
BJ took the ring and studied it.
"B, and," he said.
He was having a hard time even seeing the letter next to it.
"M," Hawkeye said.
"I can see that," BJ said.
BJ handed the ring back and then went and sat down on his cot.
"The reason that the lettering is so unreadable is that me and my friend took and old nail and scratched it in," Hawkeye said.
"What does B M stand for?" BJ asked.
"Ben and who ever my girlfriend was," Hawkeye said.
"You took all the time to do that and you don't even remember her name?" BJ asked.
"Well, at the time she was important to me," Hawkeye said.
"She was the first to give you all access?" BJ asked.
"Nothing like that at all," Hawkeye said.
"It was after my mom had died," Hawkeye said.
"I was only about twelve or thirteen," Hawkeye said.
Hawkeye sat on the front porch of his Aunt Jackie's house down in South Carolina. He was thirteen and his mother had just died not too long ago. Daniel was having trouble getting his life back on track so he took Hawkeye down to stay with his sister. It was starting to get late on a Sunday night which meant that barely any one was outside. The entire town was quiet. He just sighed as he sat there and stared. Daniel came out and sat down next to him.
"Nice night outside isn't it?" he asked.
"Beautiful," Hawkeye said sarcastically with out any emotion.
Daniel looked over at him.
"It's Sunday. What did you expect?" Daniel asked.
Hawkeye just kept staring.
"Besides, tomorrow will be better. You'll see," Daniel said.
Hawkeye widened his eyes.
"Better? How can tomorrow be better? I have to go to school tomorrow!" Hawkeye said.
"So? You can finally make some friends now," Daniel said.
"Right," Hawkeye said.
Hawkeye stood up.
"I think that I'll just go to my room," Hawkeye said.
Daniel watched sadly as Hawkeye went inside.
A few blocks down a new family was moving in. All the furniture was in the house and they were moving it around. It was a family with three young girls, but only three bedrooms. The parents had already decided that they get the room with the bathroom off of it which left the other two rooms. Margaret, who was thirteen and Becky who was eleven had already decided that they wanted to share a room. Neither of them wanted to be stuck with Tara who was sixteen. Margaret walked into one of the empty bedrooms carrying a box.
"Here we go," she said to herself.
"Get out. This is my room," Tara said bringing in one of her boxes.
"Tara! Me and Becky need the bigger room! And you could figure that out if you actually had something in your head," Margaret said.
"But I'm older then you. Now get out you little snot nosed princess!" Tara said.
"No! We need this room!" Margaret said.
"We? It looks like its just you! I thought you were at least smart enough to count!" Tara said.
Becky walked in and put a box down.
"At least Maggie can tie her shoes," she said and then walked back out.
Tara just looked down and found her shoes untied. She huffed as she knelt down and tied her shoes.
"Need some help with that?" Becky asked walking back in with another box.
"Shut up you little brat," Tara said.
"So are you, you army brat," Becky said.
"At least I don't act like a brat," Tara said.
"Why would you need to act? It is very apparent that you are one," Becky said.
Tara just grabbed her box and left the room. Margaret turned to Becky and smiled.
"Thank you," she said.
"It's nothing," Becky said.
"But I do think that you should learn to stand up to her by yourself,' Becky said.