A/N: Only some spelling mistakes and grammatical errors have been changed. These were not picked up by the word processor. Chapter 3 is being written at the moment in between revision!

Chapter 2

Then, here were are, left with three surgeons asleep in their tent, suitably named as the Swamp. The door burst open with the shouts of 'Mail Call'. Klinger walked in carrying the mail for the day. BJ motioned to leave the mail by the still (that is if a space between the glasses could be found).

Hawkeye awoke with a rather large hangover, as was always the case when he'd been out drinking. For a minute as he grasped his bearings he'd forgotten about those boys he lost in the O.R., but as he started to recognise the kaki green surrounding him the memories came flooding back. However, the memories didn't seem as painful as the night before. He knew he had to deal with it; after all, more wounded would be arriving soon. That was always the case. At times, Hawkeye did not feel that he was working in a hospital at all but that he was working on an assembly line.

The door to Swamp swung open. The rather pompous Major Winchester entered.

"So Pierce, you've finally managed to join us!"

"Ah Charles …"

"… No doubt you have a hangover. Well, serves you right"

"Oh Sir Charles, how must I ever expect you to understand from high upon your throne"

Then, as they all had expected sooner or later:

"Attention! All personnel! Incoming wounded, all shifts report to O.R. Sorry folks, breakfast is cancelled"

As that was said, a roar was to be heard over the camp. You see, the food was not the most appetising you've ever eaten. They don't exactly queue for miles to get at the food.

Everyone leapt into action. They were well practised in the art of triage and few things seemed to phase the camp. Only last week had a soldier arrived with a grenade stuck in his leg, but they had dealt with this numerous times before. No-one was surprised. They just did what they had to do to save the young soldier. Hawkeye had performed the operation and subsequently the boy survived.

The session was quite light as it only lasted 8 or 9 hours. Everyone Hawkeye had operated on survived. However, Hawkeye operated on a young Korean child. She couldn't have been more that 8. Hawkeye always reacts badly when young children are brought in wounded, but somehow that night was different. Hawkeye just seemed to be his usual self. Chasing the nurses, and cracking jokes. No-one seemed to notice the difference except for his best friend BJ. He knew Hawkeye would be ok, but he kept an eye on him, just in case.

That night, BJ was awoken by the sound of the bins being knocked over outside the tent but he thought nothing of it until he turned over and saw that Hawkeye's bunk was empty. He got up and went to look outside. Nothing was there, except the bins were now lying on the floor. BJ went back to bed assuming that Hawkeye had just gone to the latrine. He fell asleep quickly.

BJ was woken up by a very worried Colonel Potter. He informed BJ that Hawkeye has not been seen anywhere over camp since last night and that one of the jeeps was missing. A look of terror crossed BJ's face. He remembered awaking the night before. What if that was Hawkeye? Maybe he could have stopped whatever he planned to have done. Klinger came running in clasping a note in his hand.

"Klinger what is it?" snapped Colonel Potter. Klinger knew he didn't mean it, and that he was just worried but it still hurt him.

"I've just spoken to the MP's Sir. They said they saw Hawkeye heading towards battalion aid."

"OK, put in a call to battalion aid."

"I did Sir, there's a problem. They said that Captain Pierce arrived but then he left heading towards the front lines. They said he was going to look for wounded.

"Well why the hell didn't they stop him?" BJ shouted

"They tried to stop him Sir, but he just didn't hear him. They said he seemed to be in a daze."