Margaret and Hawkeye were getting married tomorrow. It had been two weeks since I saw Greg and Nurse whats-her-face, and I still wasn't talking to him. But he really didn't notice, which made me very sad. My hands were getting better, but Margaret still won't let me in OR. Damn her.

"Cal?" Father Drake brought me out of my thoughts. "What religion is the wedding going to be done in?"

"Presbyterian."

"Thank you."

He started walking away, but I said, "Uh, Father?"

"Yes Cal?"

"Remember a while ago when I started to talk to you about my dad?"

"Yes."

"Can we start again?" I didn't really want to talk about that, but I wanted to get my mind off of Greg. I really need to get him out of there.

He smiled. "Of course. Please." He motioned for his tent, and I followed obediently. He unfolded a wooden chair for me, and I sat down. "Go ahead."

"My Great-grandfather moved to the best little town in the world: Crabapple Cove, Maine. And my family never left. Daniel Pierce II, my father, was going to college in Illinois, to be a Latin teacher. He loved mythology, and his favorite goddess, was Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, moon, and of young virgins. Which, yeah, the name suits me." He cocked his head in question. "I have yet to have sex."

"Waiting for marriage?" There was a very small glint in his eyes. At least one person in this camp gets what he's all about.

"Yeah."

He smiled. "That's very classy of you."

"Right, um anyway, freshman year, and my dad starts fooling around with this girl. I don't know her name, but I'm assuming it had to be a girl. So, beginning of sophomore year, and this little bundle of flesh is sitting on his doorstep with a note that says, 'take her.' And he does, obviously. And he names me after Artemis, and the muse Calliope, who is the muse of epic poetry."

"Artemis Calliope," He mused (Author -giggles-). "I like it. It really does suit you."

"Thank you Father." I blushed slightly.

"What happened after your father named you?"

"Well, he took a couple days off from school, and brought me to Maine to Hawkeye. He explained everything, and Hawkeye gladly took me in. As I grew up, I only got to see my dad during breaks and summers. When I turned six, my dad came home to celebrate with Hawk and myself. During dinner, he went upstairs to get my present, and killed himself. He slashed his wrists and his throat. About twenty minutes after he went upstairs, I went to see what was taking so long, and I found him on his bed."

The Father got a slightly glassy look in his eyes. "That's where the nightmares come from?"

"You knew about the nightmares?"

"Cal, your tent is right next to mine. Every now and then, I'll hear you screaming."

"I'm sorry if I woke you."

"It's alright. Maybe now that you've got it off your chest, they'll go away."

"One can only hope."

"Is there anything else on your mind, Cal?"

"You can call me Art, father."

A small smile crept on his face. "Art, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"A couple weeks ago, I saw Greg and Nurse Ander, kissing, and I got very upset. And I shouldn't have. I had no right to."

"Jealousy happens to the best of us." I chuckled a little. "Are you excited for the wedding?"

"Yeah, it's about time they got together. They deserve to be happy."

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Margaret was walking down the aisle. God she looked beautiful. Everyone was in their officer uniform, well, except for Father Drake: he was dressed like a priest. PJ was playing the Wedding March on the piano that was rolled in from the officer's club. And Hawkeye was in his old uniform that he had one of the neighbors sent to him. His eyes lit up when he saw her. Petey and I were sitting next to each other in the front row, with Guy and Greg and Marie (Nurse Ander) next to Petey. I'm not one for weddings, but the ceremony was beautiful, and no casualties. Thank God for little miracles.

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"Guy, please don't go all military crazy while I'm gone. Because if you do, Cal's just going to beat you up again." Margaret warned Guy as her and Hawkeye were going to board the helicopter that was taking them to their hotel in Constantinople (Yes, I understand that it is now called Istanbul, but I hate that name. It's just not as awesome as Constantinople).

"But Colonel, we need some military discipline-"

"Guy, I don't want to hear it. Just let Petey take you through the next few days nice and easy. Now I know that you were born military, so was I, but you just need to relax when it comes to doctors and nurses. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am." We were all at the helicopter pad to wave goodbye to them.

"Hey Jolly Rancher," I whispered to the pilot right before he started the engine. "When you get back, what say you and me go on a little adventure?"

"Got it, boss. You know how much I love adventures." He grinned, and I patted his shoulder before I went back to the group of people waving at the happy couple. In no time at all, they had lifted into the air, and left. I really hope everything turns out well for them.

"Captain Pierce!" Guy called out to me.

I rolled my eyes. "What?"

"I expect you to treat me like a commanding officer, soldier! I demand a salute."

I just stared at him, "Do I really need to kick your ass again?" That made him squirm just enough for me to notice. "Now look, Major the best you are ever going to get out of me, is a 'what'. Personally, I would just take it and be happy." He was definitely not the alpha in this camp.