"'3:00 a.m., Friday morning, ' Margaret mused as she looked at her old alarm clock reletlessly ticking down the seconds, the minutes, the hours. In fourteen hours, there would be the Mash reunion. And on Saturday , she would become Mrs. Hawkeye Pierce. She wasn't ready in the least. She shifted into her chair and wheeled down the hall. Quitely she filled a tea kettle with hot water, and set it on the stove.

Her sister padded into the kitchen.

"What are you doing up?" Liz asked.

"I couldn't sleep. Some twit wrote me advice about a wife knowing her place. That really bugged me," Margaret confided. "I belong at a hospital. It's what I'm good at. Being married isn't going to change who I am. I'm independent, not helpless Harriet Homemaker. Hawkeye and I are a partnership, not a dictatorship. Heck, the only orders he knows how to give are for martinis."

Liz started to laugh. "Oh Maggie. I wrote that." she confessed.

"What?" Margaret exclaimed. Then remembering the house was asleep, she lowered her voice again. "What are you talking about?"

"Margaret, it's not about a woman knowing her place. It's about a wife knowing her place. Your place is not to shut up and watch your husband act stupid. It's not to be trampled on or to be dictated. Your place is always going to be by your husband whether it's for him, with him, by him, or behind him. That's what makes a marriage work. It's not losing your identity or trying to be someone you're not."

"Liz," Margaret said as she took the pot off the stove and got out a box of teabags. "I'm not sure I'm ready for this."

"Neither were James and I when we got married," Liz said as she took cups out of the cupboard. "There's no instruction manual for husbands, but I can tell you this - it will be worth it," she assured Margaret as she set the cups on the table, and squeezed her sister's hand.

"You look terrible," Sidney commented as he padded into the kitchen.

"The official diagnosis is not sleeping," Hawkeye yawned as he took another sip of his coffee. "You have to leave in an hour to pick up Mrs. Blake."

"Good morning," Henry greeted them as he passed into the kitchen.

Henry Blake walked into the kitchen and sat at the table.

"Please," he said as Hawkeye got up to get him a mug.

"Straight black," both men said at once.

"How did you know that?" Henry asked.

"Many mornings of hangovers," Hawkeye responded as he sat down the cup in front of him. "How did you remember that?"

Henry shrugged. "It's just like everything else that doesn't make sense to me."

Hawkeye wanted to tell Henry all about the awful coffee he had drank in the mess tent, and the rotten breakfasts they had had. He even wanted to go into detail about some of their drunken binges at Rosies and the Officers Club. Sidney inconspicuosly shook his head. "It's important not to overwhelm him with details. He's remembering some things so let's see how much more comes out on his own," he had counseled Hawkeye the night before.

Hawkeye wanted to go back to sleep but couldn't. Trapper, and BJ were along with Radar were due cover in an hour to help set up for the reunion. By the time he had showered and dressed, they were there. 'Please don't let them kill each other,' Hawkeye thought. He seriously considered banning alcohol at the party tonight. He also played with the idea of activating the still. He had kept all the parts. He didn't have the heart to throw it away after Radar had gone to so much trouble to requisition everything.

"Shoot," Trapper said as a nail he was using bent. "That was our last one."

"I'll go get more," Hawkeye said. "Luke's Hardware is just a block away. Do you want to come with me Henry?" Hawkeye asked.

"Uh, sure," Henry replied. They were quiet as they walked down the street and approached the store. Coming out was a man in a pinstriped suit.

"I used to have a suit like that," Henry said.

"Do you remember who gave it to you?" Hawkeye asked evenly.

Henry frantically searched his brain trying to remember when he had owned it, but came up with nothing. He just remembered comparing the stripes on the fabric to veins. Why had he done that?

They purchased the nails, and started back to the Pierces house. As they did, a plane flew overhead.

"Oh, a DC 6," Henry commented.

"That's right. How did you know that?" Hawkeye asked. Even though they were army, they had had to learn about different types of aircraft as part of their military training.

Henry shrugged. "I just knew it somehow," he said. Suddenly Henry dropped on the front lawn, breathing hard. Henry felt like he was going to throw up as all sorts of images swirled in his mind, like a quick flash, pictures blinked through his mind as though he were going through a tunnel. Images that didn't make sense. There was so much red and white. Blood splattered on white cloth, red tubes going into white skin, the red and white of the flag...

"Henry," what are you seeing?" Hawkeye asked.

"What's happening to me?" he asked, in a voice that he didnt' recognize as his own. Henry looked up at Hawkeye. His eyes were wild, "You gave me the pinstripe suit," he exclaimed, almost terrified.

"How did you know that?" Hawkeye asked, trying desperately to stay on even keel.

"I remembered it. I remembered it," he exclaimed again, his voice a mixture of terror and excitement. He started to hyperventilate.

"Breathe deep," Hawkeye coached. "Dad," he yelled.

"I can't breathe," Henry complained.

"Just take a deep breath," Hawkeye coached him and demonstrated. Henry tried to copy him as he knelt on the front lawn.

Hawkeye's cries brought not only the elder Dr. Pierce but the 4077th commerades running.

"Stay back," he ordered the others. "Dad, help me get him into the house."

"There was so much blood," Henry exclaimed, as he fell to his knees again on the porch. "I was a surgeon. I was - oh my -" he hid his face in his hands, unable to continue.

"Henry, can you talk about what you're remembering?" Hawkeye asked.

"I don't know," Henry sobbed.

Hawkeye tried to think back to what he had learned about battlefield psychosis. "The plane. Tell me about the plane," he demanded, giving Henry a starting point.

"My wife - where's Lorraine?" he asked struggling out of the grip of the Dr. Pierces, trying to get to his feet.

At that moment, Sidney pulled up