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A/N: I already have five chapters writen and I promise to update regularly. I hope you like it.
"Hawk! Come on! Wake up!" Hawkeye was roughly awoken by BJ shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Why should I wake up?" Hawkeye groaned with his eyes tightly shut and his blanket pulled up over his head.
"Because your day won't be complete until you see my bright shinning face. Besides, you promised to give me the ultimate golf lesson. Remember?"
Hawkeye's eyes peeked out from under the covers. He opened them for a moment and then quickly rushed to the little cove of darkness that his blanket provided.
"Come ON Hawk!"
"What? I saw your face, my day can now commence and I chose to sleep!" His voice came out a little muffled from the barrier he had placed between himself and BJ and the blinding light.
"Either SHUT UP or you can BOTH leave!" Charles yelled, finally having enough of his tent mates' bickering.
"Come on Hawk. You can't let this beautiful day go to waste can you?" Ignoring Charles, BJ continued trying to get Hawkeye out of bed.
"Fine. You've talked me into it. Besides you're much better company than old Chuckles here."
"Ha ha. I knew you'd see it my way."
"Good. Great. Now you both can leave!" Charles repeated, giving up on his reading. It was hopeless to try to regain the peaceful quiet. So he decided to browse through his collection of
records. Finally he picked up Kindertotenlieder, placed it in the phonograph, and tried to let the music take him away from his wretched surroundings.
"Come on Hawk. You better hurry up before Charles gets too mad."
"What? You're worried that Charles will try attacking us with his music?" Hawkeye threw off his blanket with a flourish and jumped out of his cot. "Alright I'm up! Time to golf!"
"You might want to put on some pants first" BJ replied struggling to suppress his laughter.
Hawkeye looked down at his meager shorts and decided that BJ was probably right. He wanted to golf, not drive the nurses crazy with desire for him.
"Spoil sport." BJ just smiled as he grabbed the bag of golf clubs, giving Hawkeye the chance to put the rest of his clothes on.
"Toodle-oo Charles." Hawkeye waggled his fingers at Charles, before he and BJ excited the tent. Finally. They were gone and Charles could now listen to his music in peace.
Outside, Hawkeye and BJ walked together towards the mess tent, feeling that they should get some nourishment before they dedicate themselves to the strenuous task before them.
"So what is this ultimate lesson anyway? I don't even like golfing." BJ complained good-naturedly.
"Oh you'll like this type. We get to see fireworks while cleaning up our little corner of Korea."
"What are you talking about?"
"The mine-field my dear Watson! We are going to hit balls into the field attempting to set off the mines. The first person to set off five wins. Okay?" BJ just shook his head. Leave it to Hawkeye to make a game out of weapons of war.
"First, however, we must risk death by facing the goodies that await us in the mess tent." Hawkeye was always brutally honest when it came to army food. What could you expect from WWII surplus? Something that tasted good? Yeah right! The two doctors didn't have a choice though, so they reluctantly headed to the mess tent. BJ left the golf clubs waiting outside as he gentlemanly held the door open for his friend.
"Why thank you my good sir. Now if you could kindly set a table and get me my food." Hawkeye grinned.
"Yes sah. Right away sah." BJ never could resist Hawk when he smiled like that, but than, Hawkeye had the amazing talent of cheering anyone up.
The two doctors grabbed their food and joined Colonel Potter, who had been eating alone.
"Beautiful day, isn't it boys? Got any plans for today?"
"Yeah, I was going to teach BJ how to hit a mine with a golf ball Colonel. Wanna join us?"
"No. Thank you. I've got a new Zane Gray book that Radar managed to scrounge up for me calling my name. I plan on putting my feet up and getting lost in a good book." Potter sighed contentedly, already imagining the peaceful day waiting for him in his tent.
"I think Radar can get a hold of anything."
"Oh good! Do you think if I described the perfect nurse, he'd be able to get her here by tomorrow?" BJ and the Colonel laughed.
They ate the rest of their food in a comfortable silence, each in their own separate thoughts. Today was going to be a good day. There were no wounded expected for the day and maybe for tomorrow also. If they were lucky. The fighting had shifted a little and the wounded were being sent to another MASH unit, giving the 4077th a much needed break. Everyone was making the most of their well-deserved rest and also of the lovely spring day. It was the first day of actual sun and warmth after the bitter cold of winter. Everyone was ecstatic to get a chance at curing their cabin fever.
"Well I'm off. Enjoy your day boys." Colonel Potter stood up, grabbed his tray, and walked out. He was eager to start his own peaceful day.
"Alrighty, time to play some golf." Hawkeye pushed his half-eaten tray aside. He didn't want to ruin his nice spring day.
"I'm still eating Hawk." BJ said through a mouthful of…he wasn't sure what it was actually.
"How can you eat that stuff anyway?" Hawkeye was always amazed at BJ's fortitude, strength, courage, bravery. Stupidity?
"It's simple. I just think about Peg's wonderful cooking." Ah so that's how it was done. Mystery solved. Beej's insane. He understood now.
"You're insane, you know it?" Hawkeye chuckled.
Hawkeye sat there, just watching as BJ stabbed a piece of mystery meat with his fork, lifted it up to his mouth, chewed, and finally actually swallowed! It was a medical marvel. Proof that the food could actually be eaten and then digested.
"Okay! Time to go. I'm sick of you staring at me eating. It's creepy."
"Exactly. Your eating is creepy." Hawkeye grinned again.