Charles was fed up with peace. He was fed up with the war, but with all hell breaking loose in the war's final days, he was starting to feel on edge. First he gets a stomach bug, the job, the tank, the shelling, what's next?!
He sat down the book he was reading and decided to take a walk around the compound, maybe that would clear his mind.
As he walked across the compound, he almost literally ran into Margret, who was rushing over to the office. "Watch were you're going!"
Margret briefly turned her head to look back at Charles, "Sorry!"
Just outside the compound, the tree's leaves seemed to glow in the light while the summer breeze danced through the air. Charles pulled his blue robe tighter, shielding himself from the light wind.
Then he heard a soft rumble creeping behind him, slowly getting louder and closer. He turned to look and saw a motorcycle and carrier cart approach him.
It was being driven by Chinese men.
Charles gasped and quickened his pace. But the motorcycle slowed down and continued behind him. He stepped backwards and held his hands up, moving slowly.
"Now gentlemen, no need to do anything foolish," he chuckled warily.
As his step began to quicken, he tripped and fell backwards. At this the men halted their motorcycle and jumped out.
"Stay over there, please!"
The men looked at each other, then back at Charles. They all smiled and nodded to each other and each began to grab something out of the carrier cart...
Instruments...
Charles was confused, yet, still alert. The men began to approach him and circled around him... and began to play their music.
Charles sighed in relief, these men were harmless communist musicians. He stood up and held out his hands. "Thank you, gentlemen, that'll be enough."
He began to walk back to the swamp but noticed the men followed him and continued to play.
Charles looked back at them and groaned.
/scene/
"Well Colonel, I think this is a most splendid idea! I'll gladly follow through with it. I hope it'll serve as an escape for both the orphans and our men."
"Well, the idea was all your's, Padre. Glad to see you're feeling fine after that scare."
Father Mulcahy didn't quite hear the last part, so he simply smiled back and nodded.
Colonel Potter began on his way to the office to get something done about that tank, however, he looked to the end of the compound and held back a laugh.
Charles came near with the musicians still behind him, a nervous and embarrassed smile on his face. He approached the Colonel, and sighed.
"Well, well, Winchester! I think there's a medal for bringing in five POW's in your bathrobe," Potter teased.
The men all turned and smiled as they entered the fenced in area and continued to play their music. They didn't seem to mind surrendering.