Another Christmas-related prompt: Snapshots of everyone's first Christmases home (so some post-war, some still during)? And a mix of moods, but ending on a happy note.
I didn't do everyone… just the first few ideas that came to mind.
Walter cleared his throat "Erm, this year I'd just like to make a toast to Uncle Ed, who we all still miss.
And here's hoping the War is over soon."
She'd never felt so alone.
Last Christmas she'd been with Hawkeye and BJ, tried to keep a patient alive until after Christmas to spare his family. This year, she spent the day with her Mother and it was nice.
She loved her parents, but she missed her nurses. Missed her friends.
She just didn't bond with all the new people she worked with like she did the old ones. She thought she'd grown. Maybe the growth wasn't as good as she expected.
"Girls, calm down! You can come and help me and your Mother set the table in five minutes, okay?"
Whether the girls heard or not, he had no idea. He walked through to find Louise tidying away some of the clutter in the room. Something fell to the floor and she picked it up.
"Oh, you must have missed sending this card," she said, handing the card and envelope over to her husband.
The address was neatly written out, the card written. Simple and to the point. 'Dear Hawk, Merry Christmas. Love from Trapper & Family. PS, now you're back home call me. I'll drive up to meet you sometime.' After that, his scrawled phone number.
But he didn't forget to send it. He just didn't sent it. He ripped the card up and put it in the bin. "Doesn't matter much now."
There was one package left under the tree.
"It's yours," Daniel said, passing it across.
It was unsigned. The writing not his Dad's. Hawkeye ripped the package open and pulled out a pack of Argyle socks. A little note fell out and Hawkeye picked it up. Opened it. "For all the socks I stole in Korea. Here's some of the best money can buy." Hawkeye read out loud to his Dad's amusement.