We are now nearing the end. But this is not the end yet, so don't worry.

Colonel Potter felt relaxed. Almost one week in Seoul, in a real room with a real bed and a real bathroom. And the one or other colleague of his own age. They had been reminiscing about the Great War and better times. The seminars too had been very interesting, he had some new medical procedures to report to the surgeons in his camp.His camp.
As he drove under the wooden sign at the camp entrance, he felt a wave of warmth go through his body. "Best care anywhere" it read, and that was definitely not an exaggeration. Whoever had written that had really hit the nail on its head. The 4077th MASH had some of the very best surgeons that he had met in his long career as an army surgeon. But not only professionally they were the best, he had also come to regard them as friends. Maybe even a kind of ersatz-family.
When he drove the jeep into the camp he noticed that is was unusually quiet, even though it was already early in the afternoon. Immediately he felt a bit of a guilty conscience. While he sat in the hotel lobby with his group of elders, sipping Whisky and generally enjoying the good life, his boys and girls had probably been working non-stop, on what they used to call 'meatball surgery'.
Potter decided to drive his jeep directly to his tent and to unload himself. He didn't want to wake anybody unnecessarily, by god, they had probably earned their sleep with hard labour.
He carried his duffel bag and some boxes of things he acquired in Seoul into his tent. He stretched his limbs and looked into the mirror. He was still wearing his Class A uniform. Back to the daily grindstone, Sherm! But first, he wanted to go and relieve Burns of his duty as commander of this camp.

When he was on his way across to the office, the camp really felt eerily empty. The guys really had to be completely exhausted, if they were sleeping in the early afternoon. Or had Burns confined them all to their quarters for some silly offences like laughing and playing poker?When he came to the door he got up on his toes and stretched his neck to look through the window to look into the clerk's office. Why did they have to make these windows to damn high that he couldn't look through comfortably?
His quick glance confirmed what he had assumed. Radar was not asleep but was busy as always on the phone.
But then he heard a voice through the door that didn't sound like Radar's. It sounded Asian. Was Radar now taking a course in Korean?
He pushed the door open and was just about to greet Radar, when the figure at the telephone jumped up and reeled about. It was not Radar.
He was roughly the same height as Radar, wore the same clothes, glasses and a jeep cap, but he was Chinese.
Like a reflex, Potter grabbed his sidearm that he was still carrying as part of his Class A uniform. What a stroke of luck that he hadn't yet changed into his fatigues. "What are you doing here? Who are you?"
The Chinese also pulled a gun from his hip.
Potter still stood in the door. He was trying to think of the best thing to do. There would be no point in running out again. He would risk that the man fled through the post-op, and was possibly taking hostages on his way. He would have to keep this man at bay and work something out quickly. Very slowly he put one step forward.
The Chinese screamed something which Potter didn't understand, but it sounded threatening. Potter stopped for a moment. Just no jerky movements now, he thought to himself. Stay cool, calm and collected. He stepped forward one more step.
The Chinese fired his gun towards Potter, but didn't hit him. Lousy shooters, he thought, aimed at the legs of the Asian and shot.
Potter had hit the Chinese in the right thigh. The Chinese man screamed and went down.
"Guaaaaaaaaaaaards!" screamed Potter and in that same second the medical staff on duty stormed in from post-op. BJ and Radar came in though the door, alarmed by the shots and the screaming, and two MPs came running in from the compound.
The Chinese lay on the floor, gasping and holding his leg. Potter stood over him, his gun still pointed down towards the Asian. "Don't shoot, I've got him," he shouted as the MP came through the door.
"Colonel Potter, Sir! My god, are you alright?" asked Radar, deeply worried. He was the first who got his speech back.
"Alright, son. Why have you not been in your office?" Potter wanted to know. "This guy looked like you from the back, I thought he was you!"
"I have helped Dr. Hunnicutt in post-op, Sir. We had a long shift all yesterday and last night, and as most people are exhausted and gone to bed, there was no one to help."
"Where is Pierce?" asked Potter sharply.
"He has gone out together with Colonel Flagg to help a Korean lady whose husband was blown up somewhere outside the camp, Colonel," explained BJ.
"Flagg? What does this prick do in our camp?" bellowed Potter, now getting really annoyed about all these things happening during his absence. All his relaxation had gone in the last minute or so. He couldn't leave Burns in charge again. Six days and the result was total chaos.
"Odd things have been happening here for a few weeks, as you know, Colonel. And now the secret service has claimed to have traced phone calls from our camp behind enemy lines." BJ looked from Potter to the Chinese. "Now we know they were right this time."
"But why is he dressed like Radar?" Potter wanted to know.
Now the Chinese joined in the conversation, still lying on the floor. He had a strong accent. "Was able to walk through camp undisturbed. Everyone here work so hard that not notice me."
Potter shook his head in disbelief. "We really work too hard! Where actually is this moron Burns? He was supposed to run this outfit while I was away."
Just this moment Burns poked his head though the door from outside. "Oh, Colonel Potter, Sir. You are back! I have heard shooting."
"Burns, that was half a lifetime ago. Where have you been? Being in charge of this MASH doesn't just mean putting your name plate on the desk and ordering bugle calls in the morning." Potter looked at Burns scathingly. „This time, Burns, I will have to file a report on you, this just takes the cake."
Frank wimpered. "But Colonel, Sir…"
"Dismissed," he interrupted Frank straight away. "And will someone please take care of this Chinese Radar here. Hunnicutt, have a look at his leg wound. We are a hospital! Guards! Watch this man!" he ordered in staccato and walked though the swing doors into his office.