Just an idea I couldn't get out of my head.

Prologue

Ever since the Aid Station experience where Radar was unable to bring back the little boy alive he hadn't been the same. Everyone noticed it. His sullen moodiness. His mumbling words. He hardly talked to anyone. Hawkeye watched Radar delever the mail from the mess tent.

"I'm worried about the kid," he told Hunnicut. "He hasn't been the same since the kid died."

"I know," BJ sighed. "I wish there was some way to tell him it wasn't his fault."

"He wouldn't believe you." Hawekeye shook his head. "He's convinced he didn't get here fast enough."

"Poor kid," Margaret said softly.

"I'm surprised to see you feeling sorry for him," Hawkeye remarked.

"Why? I have a soft spot as much as the next person. Nobody's that heartless."

"Maybe we should call in Dr. Freedman," Potter suggested. Hawkeye sighed as he glanced at Radar's lifeless expression. "Maybe. We can't now, too dangerous to travel. Maybe next week. He needs some kind of help."

He was more right than he could have known than.

The next morning Klinger walked in the office.

"Say Radar, could you make a call to Sparky? I need a favor...Radar?" He noticed Radar's hand sticking from the sheet. "Radar?" He liftend the blanket and stared in horror at the blood stained pillow and the blood smeered head. In Radar's limp right arm held a gun, right next to his neck. Klinger stood there in shock, letting the information absorb him.

"Radar? Radar!" He felt like he had to shout, even though he knew he would get no response. "Radar!" He ran out of the office. "Someone help! It's Radar!" His voice was panicked, he felt sick. Hawkeye, BJ, Winchester, Potter, and Margaret all rushed towards him as he kneeled over-vomitting.

"Klinger-what is it? What's wrong?" Hawkeye helped Klinger to his feet.

"It's Radar." Tears spilled through Klinger's face. "It's Radar." Hawkeye's face paled as he read Klinger's face/

"No...No." He couldn't bare the truth, he must be mistaken what Klinger was suggesting.

Not Radar. Radar was too innocent for something like this. Not Radar.

He staggered into the office, dreading what he would find, and stared in shocked, dismayed, horror at the dead body of Corporal Radar O'Rielly.