Hawkeye Pierce was in his tent, asleep on his cot and wearing his red bathrobe. His side of the tent was a mess. It was if someone had ransacked the place. However, that was not the case. Hawkeye had been searching for his bathrobe late last night after a long day of surgery. When he had found it, he had been too tired to clean up after himself. He had not misplaced it, as it might seem, he had just been tired and had forgotten where he had hung it. When he had been looking for it, the time had been around midnight.

That day had been an extremely strenuous and hectic one, and all Hawkeye had wanted to do was put on his bathrobe and go to sleep. That had been exactly what he had done and was doing right this moment. He was actually doing more, he was dreaming of him and his pop, fishing and talking.

Hawkeye was back home, fishing with his dad and talking about when he had been a kid. Daniel and he had not caught any fish, but he did not care, he was home, with his dad, and having the time of his life. "Do you remember the time when we were at…" Hawkeye said, starting a story. However, he was interrupted by an alien voice. "Attention all personnel…" the voice said in his dream

"What was that?" he wondered as they drifted to a dock near a day camp. When they hit the shore, he discovered where the voice came from. It was from a loud speaker.

"Attention all personnel…" the voice said again.

"Go on son. We'll catch up later." His father said

Slowly, Hawkeye woke from his sleep. He opened his eyes reluctantly. He rolled onto his back and stretched a little, trying to get his bearings. Hawkeye turned his head and looked outside. He then looked at his clock and groaned. Hawkeye had just had maybe a total of two hours sleep and was not happy. "No wonder people are executed at this hour – who wants to live?" he muttered

"Attention all personnel…incoming wounded. I repeat incoming wounded. Report to OR immediately." Kingers voice shouted over the intercom.

With those words, Hawkeye was wide-awake. He quickly jumped up, and throwing off his bathrobe, he raced out of his tent – Hawkeye had not taken off his day clothes when he had gotten in two hours earlier. He rushed into the Pre-OP and quickly got into his scrubs and washed his hands. The surgeon was not weary any longer; in fact, he was far from it. That was always how it was when there was a surgery about to happen. His adrenaline would start to pump through his veins. He felt things more, he saw things clearer, and Hawkeye could hear a mouse a mile away – it always seemed to Hawkeye that he could feel the lightest touch, see for miles, and hear the smallest of sounds. Tonight was just the same as always, but that would soon change and Hawkeye had no clue.

As soon as he was in his gear, Hawkeye barreled into the OR. There was all ready four people prepped and Charlies, BJ, and Cornel Potter were at three of the patients. Hawkeye went to the first table – his table it seemed, because he always seemed to operate on that table. He glanced out the Post-OP doors for just a brief moment and saw in the hallway that there were at least ten more patients to be operated on and there was more patients pouring in by the second. With a heavy sigh as gloves were put on him, he readied himself for the long hours ahead of him. Hawkeye looked down at the mangled kid that was lying there. He had a large piece of shrapnel stuck in his leg and a knife in his stomach. Hawkeye examined the wounds for a half of second and decided that the knife in the stomach was the direr of the two wounds. The surgeon cut the wounded kid open and inspected the damage that had been done to the inside. He let out a small sigh of relief when it was revealed to him that the wound inside was not extensive and was easily repairable.

"All right now this won't hurt a bit, until you wake up." Hawkeye muttered, grabbing hold of the handle of the knife. With a swift and smooth tug, it came out. Hawkeye placed the knife on the table. "Suture." He muttered and the nurse handed him the needle and thread. With a skilled hand, he stitched up the stomach wound. Hawkeye moved down so he was at the other wound. He carefully pulled the metal out and placed it next to the knife.

What happened next, changed his life forever. Everything happened very fast and very quickly. The wounded solider woke sudden and grabbed at Hawkeye. Hawkeye backwards and into the little cart that held the knife and shrapnel he had just removed. The cart fell to the floor, as did the knife and metal. At that point, Hawkeye lost his balance, and fell to the ground. As he tried to catch himself, his hand landed on the bloody knife, and he heard Margaret scram.

He looked at his hand and saw that he had gotten a large gash from the knife and his hand was dripping blood. He looked up at Margaret, who was holding a container of blood and a sheet of paper. She looked horrified.

"What?" he asked as he slowly go up. Hawkeye had no clue what had just happened, but he thought it might have been bad by the look on Margaret's face. He licked his lips nervously as waited for an answer, but he feared what the answer might be.