"Come on, Trapper, get with the program," Hawkeye snapped as Trapper fumbled with the cloth.

"Sorry, Hawk," Trapper apologised, quickly wiping the sweat from his friend's brow. "I guess I'm nervous, ya know?"

"Well, I'm not sweating because it's hot, you know," Hawkeye said. "How we doing, Spearchucker?"

"You doing great. I reckon he'll be like new in no time," Spearchucker replied after a quick glance at what Hawkeye was doing.

"Ready to close up?" Trapper asked. Hawkeye did a quick sweep of the table, to make sure he hadn't missed anything.

"Yeah, pass me a needle," he said, holding his hand out. Trapper picked up the needle from the tray and handed it to the dark haired surgeon. After five minutes of sewing, Hawkeye and Trapper both let out a sigh of relief.

"You do good work, doctor," Trapper said.

"Next time, I get a nurse to assist me, though. You're too clumsy," Hawkeye complained, cracking his back. Henry came up behind Hawkeye and looked over his shoulder.

"Neat. Very neat," he said. Trapper picked up the football.

"Yeah, it only took us an hour," he said.

"I still can't believe Frank would want to cut a helpless football," Hawkeye said. "The brute."

"Come on, we've got just enough time for a game before it gets dark," Spearchucker told them, putting down the 'Stars and Stripes' newspaper.

"I expect Frank to be court marshaled for this, Henry," Hawkeye said, holding the Swamp door open for the others.

"We'll see, Pierce, we'll see," Henry replied.

Kooshball note: Just something I wrote in 15 minutes. I thought about having it as Radar's teddy instead of a football for a moment, but changed my mind. Sorry about the ending, I really wish I could have written it better...