"Her pulse is a bit fait but it's still there never the less." Hawkeye stood up and looked at Trapper, "She should pull through."

Trapper sighed, "That's a load off my mind." Both men sat down at the end of the bed and got a good look at the girl, she was pale from blood loss, her hair was a deep chestnut brown and fell in waves around her face creating a frame.

"She looks so peaceful," Hawkeye commented slowly, "It's sad really isn't it?"

"What's sad?" Trapper asked as he checked the girls information on the clipboard.

"That a kid has to go through all this, I mean...she's seen war now, at the front and at home. Someone her age shouldn't have to go through all this."

"No one should have to go through this, no matter what age." Trapper commented as he flipped over to the other side of the clipboard and continued to read, "Especially if she's treated that way at home."

Hawkeye sighed and rubbed his forehead wearily, "I think I need a drink."

"To the bar!" Trapper imitated some sort of old film as he pointed in the direction of the officers club.

"Right you are Trap, I need a martini so dry it will dehydrate me for a week after drinking it." Hawkeye stood up as he said this and made his way outside o the post-op closely followed by Trapper.

"Your search for the perfect martini continues on then does it?" He asked mildly as they walked towards the officers club.

"It never ends." Hawkeye replied, his eyes sparkling with laughter.

As they entered the officers club, both men were shocked to see very few men were actually there, Father Mulcahy was sitting at the piano, trying to play some old tune that was unrecognizable to either Hawkeye or Trapper. And of course Hot Lips Houlihan and The Lipless Wonder sat together holding hands and making sickening comments to each other such as 'Pookie bear' and 'honey suckle'.

"Makes you almost want to laugh hysterically at both of them doesn't it?" Trapper asked as they both sat down on two bar stools.

"Either that or throw up, give me a martini." Hawkeye ordered the Korean man behind the bar, "And make it dry this time, Last time I actually felt liquid enter my system."

"Make that two." Trapper added, "After today I need to get drunk and quick."



Three martini's each later....



Hawkeye was using he best pick up lines on a nurse who was quite disgusted by his attitude, never the less listening intently to what the drunken captain was saying, Trapper John on the other hand, was still sitting on the bar stool eating bar nuts and staring blankly into space and beyond.

"So then I said to Frank 'Is that your face or has a rat mulled your nose in your sleep again?'" Hawkeye rambled on to the poor nurse as he hiccuped several times in a row.

"Captain Pierce, you are drunk!" The nurse declared loudly.

Hawkeye smiled and pulled a famous Winston Churchill line, "Yes, and you Madame, are ugly. But tomorrow I shall be sober."

Trapper turned around, "I wouldn't count on that Hawk, those were some pretty dry martini's."

Across the room Margaret 'Hot Lips' Houlihan and Frank 'Ferret Face' Burns looked at the two quite non-sober captains in disgust and anger.

"Look at them," Frank muttered, "Drinking themselves silly, then they're just going to go off and make fools of themselves....again."

Margaret's eyes filled with admiration for her lover, "Oh pay no attention to them Frank, their just jealous of us."

Frank grunted, "Trapper makes me sick, cheating on his wife like that, he should be staying true to her!" Margaret gaped and stood up in a huff.

"Ohhh Frank!" Tears streamed down her cheeks and she ran from the officers club.

"B-but Margaret!" Frank spluttered, not knowing what to do.

Hawkeye smiled and walked over to Frank, laughing Hawk clapped the shocked Frank on the shoulder and said, "Nice going Ferret face, you really are a Casanova."

"Oh..." Frank moaned, "You guys! Margaret wait for me!"