Author's Note: My second MASH fanfic, and it only took me twelve years or so. This is a drabble about Charles Emerson Winchester's return home after the war, part of a series I always meant to finish. Sadly, however, I still do not own any part of the rights to MASH.
Shortly after my return, I told Honoria something of what had occurred. She has been a godsend in deflecting well-meaning but prying questions, from all quarters. My parents are confused, perhaps alarmed, at the change in me, but I believe they are still more alarmed at the prospect of confronting me on the subject. I cannot blame them. I am equally uneasy at the idea of attempting to explain the situation.
How can I possibly make them realize why I can no longer bear to hear the music that was once my salvation... when I can scarcely grasp it myself?
