"Oh no. No, no, no. I am not being stuck with Major pomposity over there."
"I'm hardly delighted with this set of events myself, Colonel."
"Colonel Potter sighed and fixed the complaining surgeons with a steely look.
"Look boys, you know Hunnicutt doesn't get back from RR until tomorrow, and we're not due casualties while the truce is going on. What better time to go and help those less fortunate than yourselves?"
"Major Winchester snorted, drawing himself up to full height.
"Colonel Potter. I am a Winchester, and a top surgeon to boot. My superior skills are already rusting away until I can get back to that pearl of the Orient, Tokyo. You cannot expect a person of my calibre to spend precious free time giving shots to common villagers. A task more befitting a nurse, wouldn't you say?"
Colonel Potter's face was stony as he bellowed, "Winchester! Attend hut!"
The Major's back straightened as he stood to attention with a small noise.
"As your commanding officer, I command that you do as you're told otherwise I might just put you on nurse's duty for the foreseeable future. Comprende?"
"Comprendo." Major Winchester looked at the floor, brows furrowed slightly.
"And that goes for you too Pierce."
Hawkeye, having been watching the proceedings with amusement, focused his attention on the shorter man in front of him. "Right you are Colonel," Hawkeye said lightly with a sarcastic salute.
Making their way towards the door, Hawkeye gripped the frame and leaned back. "Don't wait up!" He waved.
Charles shoved him through the doorway. "Come Pierce. The sooner we can get this over with, the sooner I can get back to the delight of Brahms and the joyous nectar of the vintage Cognac I have waiting for me."
Charles and Hawkeye exchanged barbed insults as they approached the khaki coloured automobile.
Colonel Potter watched, shaking his head. "If they both come back in one piece, it will be a miracle.