I do not (and probably never will) own MASH or any character from the T.V. show, Movie, or books. I do however own Joan Dorothy McRae. Now that that's over on with the story.
Thank you guys for being incredibly patient with me so far, school has had me beat I signed up for more difficult classes then I ought to of on top of Zero Period Choir and Rehearsals everyday. Because of this my updates might be bit spread out I'll try to do my best to set aside a couple of hours on the weekend to write. Thank you for being so understanding
There used to be a part right here where I commented back to all you wonderful reviewers but I got told that Ffnet decided it's a bad idea for us to do that and now we can't…my opinion on that…well I'm not too happy. I want you to know i love you all and this is not making able to tell you personally but i really really appreciate you guys.
"That was new experience." Joan said taking off the mask and dropping it in the laundry bin. Hawkeye helped her off with her apron and patted her on the shoulder. "I don't know how you do it." She shook her head and yawned.
"You can't be tired!" Hawkeye teased. "We were only in there for 5 hours. That's not long at all considering some of the 48 hour days we've had to pull."
"I hope to I never have to do that." She said as they walked out of the scrub room.
"You'll have to eventually." Trapper said simply as he pulled off his cap. "It feels like I'm back home when I'm in surgery with you Hawk, strange."
The three of them walked over to the Officers Mess, where BJ was waiting. None of them seemed to notice that Charles, the man that rarely missed meal time, was missing.
I know it was short but I wanted to get something up. R/R thanks!