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Here's the last chapter!
Hawkeye stirred and sat up in his bunk. Where was he, the war was over wasn't it? He threw on his bathrobe and boots and headed to the mess tent. He grabbed a cup of 'coffee' and seeing Margaret, sat down beside her.
"Morning Margaret," he said kissing her cheek. She looked at him shocked.
"What has gotten into you Pierce?!" she demanded, flustered.
"Can't I kiss the woman I love good morning?" Hawkeye asked smiling. Margaret looked at him confused.
"Is this one of your jokes?" Hawkeye looked at her, a little hurt.
"No, what are you talking about?" he said simply.
"I think that rat poison from the still has finally rotted your brain!" she said, sipping her coffee.
"I don't understand you, yesterday you loved me and excepted my proposal, and today you act like nothing ever happened!"
"Nothing happened yesterday, we had no wounded and you slept all day!" she said blushing.
"It was all a dream?" he said
"What was all a dream?" she asked curious.
"Last night, I dreamt that you and I were in love and Frank got beaten and then Flagg and Frank escaped from the mental ward and tried to split us apart, but they were beaten and then we got engaged and the war ended!" Margaret looked at him carefully.
"That was defiantly a strange dream. It sounds kind of like a nightmare."
"No it wasn't a nightmare." Hawkeye said with certainty.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, it couldn't have been a nightmare. We were in love." He kissed her cheek and walked out the mess tent, with Margaret watching him a hand on her cheek where he had kissed her.
Hawkeye stirred and sat up in his bunk. Where was he, the war was over wasn't it? He threw on his bathrobe and boots and headed to the mess tent. He grabbed a cup of 'coffee' and seeing Margaret, sat down beside her.
"Morning Margaret," he said kissing her cheek. She looked at him shocked.
"What has gotten into you Pierce?!" she demanded, flustered.
"Can't I kiss the woman I love good morning?" Hawkeye asked smiling. Margaret looked at him confused.
"Is this one of your jokes?" Hawkeye looked at her, a little hurt.
"No, what are you talking about?" he said simply.
"I think that rat poison from the still has finally rotted your brain!" she said, sipping her coffee.
"I don't understand you, yesterday you loved me and excepted my proposal, and today you act like nothing ever happened!"
"Nothing happened yesterday, we had no wounded and you slept all day!" she said blushing.
"It was all a dream?" he said
"What was all a dream?" she asked curious.
"Last night, I dreamt that you and I were in love and Frank got beaten and then Flagg and Frank escaped from the mental ward and tried to split us apart, but they were beaten and then we got engaged and the war ended!" Margaret looked at him carefully.
"That was defiantly a strange dream. It sounds kind of like a nightmare."
"No it wasn't a nightmare." Hawkeye said with certainty.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, it couldn't have been a nightmare. We were in love." He kissed her cheek and walked out the mess tent, with Margaret watching him a hand on her cheek where he had kissed her.