Hawkeye swore softly as Colonel Potter hung up the phone. "What has she gotten herself into this time?"
"Now son," Col. Potter tried to reason with him, "Just because she's drunk doesn't necessarily mean it's anything bad. She did say it was good news."
"Yeah, but what?" Hawkeye's mind reeled as he tried to unravel the mystery.
"Just hold your horses Pierce. We'll find out tomorrow."
Hawkeye turned and walked out of the office. He was still suspicious. He could hear how drunk Margaret was, and she usually never remembered a thing after nights like this. "Oh well," he said aloud, "She's a big girl." With that he walked into the swamp and poured himself a drink.
When Hawkeye woke up the following morning his head was pounding. He cautiously rolled out of bed. "Oh God, I think lightening struck." He moaned. Frank laughed.
"Well it's your own fault. This wouldn't happen if you'd stop acting like such an animal."
Hawkeye glared at him as he sat down in his chair. "Frank, you have exactly three seconds to get your ferret face out of this tent before this 'animal' rips you limb from limb!"
Frank's eyes got big and he quickly scurried out of the tent as Hawkeye began to count. BJ started laughing as Frank tripped on the doorway on his way out. The laughter inside the Swamp died down as they heard Frank's excited yell.
"Margaret!"
Hawk looked at BJ and they both put on their robes and walked outside.
"Poor Frank." Hawk said to BJ. "That was certainly a surprise."
"Mhmmm" BJ agreed inattentively.
"It was still hilarious though," Hawkeye continued. "I'll never forget the look on his face when she told him she was engaged." Hawk chuckled and shook his head. Poor Frank, he's lucky he didn't get shipped off to the funny farm."
BJ nodded. I had been a couple of months since Margaret's engagement and she was now Mrs. Donald Penobscott. They had just gotten word of Frank's behavior in Tokyo.
"I wonder who his replacement will be." Hawk looked up, surprised. BJ hadn't said much all night. Hawk shrugged and poured himself another martini.
"Do you think it will last?" BJ asked looking at his friend.
"I don't know BJ, I just don't know."