Alright, folks, this is the 40th chapter of this story!
Now, this chapter is going to be somewhat different from the previous chapters, in that only two of the main characters featured thoroughly throughout this story will be the only main characters to appear in this chapter. In this case, it's Andrew and Margaret. The most that the other characters will get is a brief mention or two, and that's it.
And in this chapter, Andrew and Margaret get lost in the Korean Woods as they were heading back from a medical conference in Seoul by Jeep, and then the jeep breaks down, and they'll find some method to get back to the 4077 while remaining lost in the woods while they learn more about each other. So how will this go for the two Majors? Will they get out of the woods? And what other facts and stuff will they end up learning about each other? Find out right now!
OUT ON THE ROAD; IN SOUTH KOREA - 17:42
It was a new day in South Korea, outside of the M*A*S*H 4077 for a change. It was a clear afternoon, for what it's worth. There was plenty of action going on, but that was pretty much typical for the Korean War.
Out on the open road, in particular, there was a single jeep that was driving downward with some medical supplies, military tools and other stuff that was packed up were in the back seat. Driving the jeep was Major Andrew Peterson, and accompanying him in the passenger's seat was Major Margaret Houlihan, as they were both wearing those brown Class A uniforms and hats.
It would appear that they had gone to Seoul for several days to attend a couple of medical conferences and such, which lasted for a couple of days. In case they'd be stuck there for a little longer, Andrew also stashed up and packed extra food and beverages for the two of them. The other reason for doing that was also something to do with how things could go bad for them.
He also brought along his rifle in case they were in a dangerous situation involving North Korean who would ambush them. And he also had possession of a flare gun, in case they were in a dire situation that would require it.
And finally, Andrew had this AN/PRC-6 radio transceiver with them to get ahold of the 4077 if he and Margaret were to get lost somewhere. He could only hope that he could get the same frequency that was shared with the 4077. Otherwise, he would never be able to contact someone there.
Currently, they were just riding down the road as if nothing was wrong, and they were planning on heading back to the 4077th. As they were doing so, the two of them were singing 'My Blue Heaven', to pass the time. After what they went through down in Seoul with that medical conference, it was worth it.
"Turn to the right, there's a little white light! Will lead you to my Blue Heaven," they sang together. "You're gonna see a smilin' face, fireplace, cozy room! And a little nest nestled where the roses bloom! Just Molly and 'me', and the baby is three! We're so happy in my Blue Heaven!"
As soon as they stopped singing, they started to laugh out of delight as Andrew kept driving the jeep down the path it was riding down.
"I gotta tell you, Margaret," Andrew said. "Going to this medical conference together, just the two of us, was what we needed to get away from the 4077th for a bit."
"I feel the same way Andrew," Margaret agreed with him. "How do you think things are going back at the 4077th?"
"Probably the same stuff that's always going on there," Andrew shrugged while driving the jeep. "Pierce and McIntyre pulling some kind of practical joke on Frank. Frank angrily wants the Colonel to put Hawkeye and Trapper on 'report', Colonel Blake refusing to act as a C.O, and Radar getting Colonel Blake to sign some forms. Not to mention Klinger's possibly trying a new attempt to get out of the army."
"In other words, we didn't miss anything," Margaret took a nonchalant guess.
"Exactly, my dear," Andrew nodded. "Anyway, we should be back to the 4077th in 10 minutes or less."
"Alright darling," Margaret smiled.
And so Andrew kept driving the jeep for a few more minutes or so. He had hopes of getting himself and Margaret back to the compound safely. Unfortunately, he had no idea what was waiting for him before reaching the entrance to the 4077th...
This misfortunate took place moments later, when suddenly, the jeep that Andrew and Margaret were riding in with the former driving in, was caught in the middle of several explosions and shellfires. A couple of them almost hit the jeep that Andrew was driving.
This caused Andrew to start swerving the jeep back and forth towards both edges of the road. This was due to wanting to avoid getting caught in the crosshair. Sadly, it was easier said than done, as Andrew was having trouble keeping it on the center of the road.
"Andrew, what's happening?!" Margaret cried in concern.
"We're in the middle of the warzone! Where the fighting is taking place currently," Andrew yelled, trying to get them to safety. "I'm gonna try to get us out of the crossfire Margaret! Hang on!"
Margaret trusted Andrew with that, so she nodded faithfully and allowed Andrew to steer the jeep out of the areas that were being blasted by shellfires. His top priority was to get the two of them to safety. The M*A*S*H 4077 can wait. This was more important.
Eventually, the jeep found itself steering right into the woods, where it kept swerving out of control. It was then one of the shellfires struck parts of the tire on the back left side of the jeep, causing the tire to let out a screeching sound, and the jeep started moving sideways.
The impact of the shellfire caused Andrew and Margaret to yelp and duck down to the floor of the jeep, or what they could consider the floor since the seat took up much of the space. Luckily, both of them avoid any damage that could've been caused by the shellfire. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for the tire of the jeep, which was flat with a gaping hole on the bottom.
Pressure from moving caused there to be some smoke and dust to occur when the jeep came to a complete halt. The jeep was no longer able to move until a new tire was replaced. The shellfire stopped as they were now in the middle of the woods. Andrew and Margaret slowly poked their heads out and looked at their surroundings, making sure no other shellfires were heading their way. Once it was clear that there wasn't, they got out of the jeep.
"What the hell just happened," Margaret yelled in slight irritation. "We could've been struck by a shellfire!"
"I dunno," Andrew ran around to see the tire that was struck. "We were just unlucky to have gotten caught in the middle of the shellfire impact."
"Yeah," Margaret sighed as she looked at her surroundings. "I wonder where we are."
"Judging by the number of trees and dense air, this appears to be a forest in South Korea," Andrew took a good look at the tire. "We shouldn't be too far from the 4077."
"I hope so," Margaret said. "I don't think I can walk back to the 4077th without getting struck by a shellfire, a sniper, or a land mine."
"Me either," Andrew frowned when he saw what was wrong with the tire. "Uh oh. Looks like we have some bad news."
"What's wrong honey," Margaret sounded concerned as she ran over to where Andrew was.
"The latest shellfire that nearly struck us got the tire over here," Andrew pointed to it. "It's flat, so we wouldn't be able to move the jeep out of here until we get it replaced."
"Do we have a spare tire in the trunk?" Margaret queried.
"Lemme check," Andrew opened up the trunk to see if there was a spare tire.
Sadly, the only thing that was in the trunk was a jack to get the tire off, some extra survival supplies, and a big sleeping bag.
"Drat! Looks like we have a problem dear," Andrew moaned. "We don't have a spare tire at all. We can't replace the flat tire."
"You mean we're STUCK HERE!?" Margaret yelled in panic and aggravation.
"Now hold your horses, Margaret, let's try to calm down," Andrew tried to keep his mot from panicking. "I should be able to signal for help."
Walking over to the back seat, Andrew pulled out the AN/PRC-6 radio transceiver. There were two of them; one was in Andrew's possession, the other was at the 4077th. Before he left, Andrew had asked Radar to keep possession of the other one in case an emergency comes up and they'd need to get a hold of them.
"With this, I should be able to contact someone from the 4077," Andrew showed it to her.
"Do you think that'll work?" Margaret queried.
"I sure hope so," Andrew sighed. "We should have the same frequency since we shouldn't be too far off from the compound. Therefore, I will use this to get a hold of someone there."
"Well, alright darling. You know what you're talking about," Margaret didn't bother arguing with him there. "Go on and do what you think should be done."
"Right dear," Andrew nodded as he pushed a button on the side of the AN/PRC-6. "This is Major Peterson to 4077th. Major Peterson to 4077th. Can you read me? Over."
Andrew waited for someone to respond as he heard a wear radio frequency sound coming out of the device. After hearing it do that for a few minutes, Andrew heard a slight voice coming from the device.
"Hey! I think I got something!" Andrew smiled. "Hello? Anybody there? This is Major Andrew Peterson, reporting to the M*A*S*H 4077!"
After waiting for a few moments, Andrew started to hear Radar's voice coming from the other side. "Radar? Radar is that you? Yes! Yes, this is Major Andrew Peterson speaking. And I'm reporting back to the compound, on account that Major Houlihan and I are stranded in the middle of the Korean Woods."
Andrew heard Radar's voice from the other line, wanting some answers as Andrew decided to give him the full scoop.
"Well you see Radar, the jeep I was driving got caught in the middle of a shellfire attack. And while I was driving the jeep to safety, we ended up driving into the woods," Andrew explained. "Sadly, one of the shellfires struck the tire in the back left side of the jeep, and now it's flat. We can't get out of here until we change the tire over, and we don't have a spare tire on hand. Do you think you can get someone over here to deliver the spare tire for us?"
Andrew heard the voice speaking, and he continued speaking. "Yes Radar, yes. Yes, that's right. The woods that I'm in isn't far from the road I was driving the jeep down with Margaret. And we were only three miles away from the 4077th. So I think it should be easy to get a deliver sent to this forest. Yeah? Coordinates? Well, I should be able to make the direct with the use of the flare gun. That could help with giving a signal. So what do you say? Will you send someone over with a spare tire?"
Andrew got a response from Radar, which got Andrew to slowly frown from what he was being told.
"What? Are you sure? Really? You aren't joking," Andrew groaned. "Well, I guess it can't be helped. I mean Margaret and I were caught in the middle of the shellfire, so I shouldn't be surprised that wounded would be showing up there. Oh? Yeah? Is that so? Swamped huh? Well, I guess the best thing for us to do is to wait it out. But please send someone over with a spare tire as soon as possible. Understood? Okay? Yeah? Well alright. Margaret and I will stay put until help arrives. And I'll be sure to fire that flare gun too. Okay. Well, I guess I'll see you soon. Thanks. Right. 10-4, over and out."
With that, Andrew released the button, and put the AN/PRC-6 back into the backseat of the jeep and took out that flare gun, and put it into his holster which was attached to his belt.
"So? Is Radar sending out help?" Margaret had to ask.
"Well, I'm afraid they're having trouble of their own. Turns out the 4077th is being swamped with heavy amounts of casualties. A deluge of them. And they got their hands tied up," Andrew gave her the bad news. "And so they won't be able to send out someone to get that spare tire to us until sometime tomorrow."
"WHAT!?" Margaret yelled angrily. "WE'RE STUCK HERE?!"
"Margaret, please calm down," Andrew tried to ease the tension. "I'm just as upset about this as you are. But I also told Radar that we have a flare gun, and I'll fire it to show him where we are located. That should help when they try to find us tomorrow."
"So that's it," Margaret whimpered. "We can't do anything..."
"I'm afraid not," Andrew sighed and frowned. "I'm sorry about this."
"Oh Andrew," Margaret sighed and covered her eyes. "This is unheard of."
"I know it is dear, but we'll be okay," Andrew approached her. "As long as we stay together, everything should be hunky-dory. Besides, we have food, beverages, our medical equipment in case we need first aid, matches, and other stuff that will help us endure these tough terrains in the middle of this forest."
"Andrew," Margaret started tearing up. "I don't know if we'll be found, or if we'll get out of here."
"Oh Margaret," Andrew couldn't stand seeing his mot cry. "Margaret, please don't cry. Please. Aww, come here honey."
Andrew wrapped his arms around her and embraced her, resulting in Margaret pressing her face against Andrew's chest. Andrew felt tears pelting his shirt, but he didn't care. He was there to comfort his girl, and that's what he was doing as he continually patted Margaret on the back in an affectionate manner.
"There there Margaret. We'll be okay. I'll make sure we'll get out of this okay. I promise," Andrew gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll keep you safe if necessary, and I wouldn't let anything happen to you."
"Andrew? Do you mean that?" Margaret looked at him with those teary-looking eyes.
"Of course dear," Andrew wiped the tears out of her eyes. "I would never let you down."
"Darling, do you have a problem with my tears wetting your shirt," Margaret pointed out.
"Not at all," Andrew shook his head. "Your feelings are more important than a simple shirt."
"Honey? You're so understanding," Margaret smiled.
"It comes with being your big strong man. We're a couple," Andrew leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her mouth. "I love you buttercup."
"I love you too sweetie." Margaret returned the gesture. "You are the best big strong man I could've been partnered up with."
"I know," Andrew grinned. "And I couldn't ask for a better-looking lady who's isn't as beautiful, gorgeous, and endearing as you are."
"Gosh Andrew. That means so much to me," Margaret said, feeling better. "I'm happy that we're stuck in this forest alone. At least I have you."
"Same here," Andrew smiled. "Well, it should be dark in a few hours. We might as well get situated here where the jeep is."
"Right darling," Margaret nodded. "The sooner we do it, the safer we'll be."
"My thoughts exactly dear," Andrew said. "Let's get things set up."
Without another word, the two of them decided to get situated in the area that they were in currently since they couldn't go anywhere anytime soon. So they made themselves at home, however much they could, and got a camp set up for the evening. They would need to make sure that they could be secured, so nothing bad will happen to them. And even if it did, they would be ready to take action to do what they can to keep each other safe. That was a given...
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE KOREAN WOODS - 20:08
It was now nighttime in the middle of the Korean Woods. The sun had set an hour ago, and it was now dark outside. In the area where Andrew and Margaret were in, the two Majors were getting comfortable as Andrew got things situated for the two of them. They ate a couple of canned food from the food bag, and he took out a bottle of whiskey for the two of them to drink, seeing that they wouldn't be driving until tomorrow.
Andrew also took out two cups he brought along so he and Margaret could guzzle the stuff down together. As for Margaret, she had collected some wood for a fire that Andrew suggested they'd set up so they can keep warm during the night. As it turns out, Margaret was holding up her own and was playing as much of a role in this as Andrew what. Andrew was impressed with her contribution since they were in this together.
By the time Margaret came back with two more wood for the fire, she was greeted to a sight she thought she wouldn't see out here. It was Andrew for sure, but what was noticeable was the fact that he took his shirt off, giving her a good look at his chest, which was as manly as she remembered it. It was also noticeable that Andrew was wearing just his boxers so he can keep cool. Margaret got his attention after she dropped the wood with the other logs.
"A-Andrew," she stuttered, feeling a blush pushing on. "You're not wearing your shirt?"
"Oh? This? Well, I took my shirt off," Andrew insisted calmly. "Seeing that we aren't around other people who are girls, I thought it'd be safe to go without wearing a shirt for once since you're the only girl here. And you are my girl."
"Well Andrew," Margaret had that smirk on her face. "I never thought that you'd be manly enough to show off your pectorals. It's hot."
"Well, you know," Andrew spoke modestly. "When I was in the army, there was this instance where I was lost in enemy territory, and I had to go without wearing a shirt."
"I see," Margaret mused. "Well anyway, I got some wood for the fire. Would you like me to get some more?"
"Nah, you can sit down and relax," Andrew insisted. "I'll get the last of the wood needed. I need to go on a little walk anyway. It'll do my legs some good. I'll be right back dear."
"I'll be waiting for you, darling," Margaret smiled.
"I won't be long," with that, Andrew turned to head into a deeper part of the woods to get a couple more logs for the fire.
Gosh, that man is certainly a dreamboat. Margaret smirked as she sat down. Makes me feel lucky that I'm stranded with him and not with any other man. He makes everything worth it.
And so Margaret decided to wait patiently for Andrew to return with the firewood. By the time they get the fire started, they'll be able to cuddle together to a couple of drinks and keep themselves at ease. It was going to be one wild night...
After a few minutes of waiting, Andrew came back with a couple more logs for the fire. However, it would appear that he had gotten into an accident, as when he returned, he had a slash on the right side of his forehead, and it was oozing blood, just slightly.
"I'm back, Margaret," he uttered, getting her attention.
She was about to talk to him, but she stopped abruptly when she saw what was wrong with Andrew's forehead. She gasped before standing up.
"Andrew? Your forehead," she pointed out. "It's bleeding. It must hurt."
"Oh, this? Yeah, I got into a slight accident when getting some wood," Andrew said sheepishly. "A tree branch left a cut on my forehead, and it scraped to the point where it started bleeding. It's nothing major to worry about."
"Don't say that darling," Margaret shook her head as she grabbed her medical nursing bag. "It looks like it's painful. You can lose blood unless it isn't treated. Here. Let me help you with treating it."
"Oh no. That won't be necessary, dear," Andrew held his hands up.
"Of course it's necessary," Margaret refused to back down from this as she got out a couple of cotton balls, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and a gauze bandage roll. "The longer it's left untreated, the worse it's going to get! Now with some cotton balls, rubbing alcohol, and a roll of gauze bandage, it should heal in no time!"
"Awww, Margaret," Andrew seemed bashful. "You don't have to do this for me."
"But I want to help you! I don't want you to suffer like this. You are my big strong man, but you can still be affected by pain," Margaret told him. "We're partners. I couldn't let anything happen to you. I love you. Now I'm gonna clean out that cut and then wrap this gauze around your head a couple of times until it heals. Okay?"
"Oh," Andrew sighed, taking off his cap. "Alright, I guess it couldn't hurt."
"Good," Margaret smirked, taking the cap off the bottle of rubbing alcohol and getting one of the cotton balls doused in the stuff. "Now this'll only sting for a minute, so hold still."
"Don't worry Margaret," he said. "I've been through worse pain than this. I think I can manage it."
She smiled at him as she started rubbing the cotton ball onto the cut on Andrew's forehead. It certainly stung, but Andrew didn't flinch. He was a man, and he wasn't going to let himself get overcome by agony, especially when in front of his soulmate. Margaret used the cotton ball to clean out the wound and wipe up the blood that was leaking.
"Alright sweetie, that should slow the bleeding," Margaret said sweetly. "Now I'm gonna wrap this gauze around your head so it can heal, okay?"
"Okay Margaret," Andrew said as she started wrapping the gauze around his forehead. "I didn't think that you'd be going through all this trouble just for me."
"Of course I would darling. I'm a nurse silly," she giggled. "Besides, you've done a lot to help us get through this whole ordeal. So it's only fair that I pitch in and help you out for a change."
"You have a point dear," he smiled. "I guess I should be glad that I did join the army in the first place."
"Any man who's as brave as you should be glad to have joined the army," Margaret commented.
"Yeah. And to think that my whole purpose of joining the forces was to show my mom that I am a grown-up," Andrew confessed. "And that I have to take care of myself and learn to be a man."
"I see," Margaret mused as she was almost done wrapping the gauze around his head. "You know, I joined the army because it's in my blood. You know that my dad was regular-army. He was a Lieutenant Colonel before getting promoted to Colonel."
"I can see that," Andrew said. "Glad to know that the two of us are regular-army Americans."
"You said it, honey," Margaret agreed with him. "Alright, I'm done. Now you leave that gauze wrapped around your head, and that cut on your forehead should heal by tomorrow. Got it?"
"Sure do," Andrew gave her a sincere smile. "And thanks for doing that buttercup. I appreciate what you went through just to take care of me."
"Hey. We're a couple," Margaret shrugged. "Partners in crime even. We're in this together."
"You said it," Andrew chuckled before following Margaret back to the firewood that they collected. "Alright, now since it's dark out, we should get a fire going. Now we're gonna need a match."
"I'll handle it, Andrew," Margaret got out a match, swiped it across the black part, and lit a flame. "Now with the fireplace set up, we should be able to keep a fire going to keep us warm."
"Good," Andrew nodded slowly as Margaret put the match into the fireplace, resulting in the fire blazing right where it should be. "Well Margaret, that was great work."
"Thanks," she grinned. "You know, when I was a little girl, my father would often take me camping. He told me that it would be a good experience for when I joined the forces."
"I can see that," Andrew said as Margaret sat next to him. "I got plenty of experience from that too."
Margaret only nodded as the two of them watched the fire blazing for a couple of minutes, while Margaret started snuggling up to Andrew's left shoulder. In return, Andrew brought his left arm around her back, keeping her comfortable. It seemed to be a beautiful night out tonight, so they could make the most of it.
"Margaret? You once told me that you are an army brat, correct?" Andrew decided to ask.
"That's right Andrew," she nodded. "I am an army brat."
"In some ways, I could be considered an army brat too," Andrew sighed. "Sometimes it isn't easy being normal when everyone else around you is crazy or dumb."
"I know how you feel Andrew," Margaret understood this. "I don't have a lot of fond memories about where I grew up in Fort Ord, California. Being an army brat, I was never staying in the same place, so I don't hold much to it."
"Yeah," Andrew remarked. "And yet, the others back at the 4077th have a hometown that they are fond of."
"Tell me about it," Margaret moaned. "I mean Pierce has Crabapple Cove. McIntyre has Boston. Radar has Ottumwa. Colonel Blake has Bloomington. Klinger has Toledo."
"Which he's trying to get discharged from the army so he can go back to that place," Andrew mused. "Even Frank has some fond memories about Fort Wayne, with his yacht and his home."
"Not to mention his wife and her sensible shoes," Margaret sighed. "And then there's me. Army brats don't have hometowns. Fort Ord, California was just another town with nothing particular about it."
"I understand how you feel dear," Andrew decided to share. "Even before I moved down to South Carolina, I don't have too many fond memories of Attleboro. It's not exactly a well-known city. [In fact], it's pretty much obscure. I doubt people will know what I'm talking about if I were to mention it."
"Yeah," Margaret laughed before getting serious again. "Something else that I've noticed is the fact that you never let anything drastic get to you, Andrew. You act like it's a minor injury and you keep pushing forward. You don't bother to express yourself about anything, even after that one patient you lost in OR."
"I know exactly what you're saying, and I can explain," Andrew revealed. "I can't express myself because I don't want anyone to worry about me, feel sorry for me, sympathy for me, or even some pity. I don't want to trouble anyone with my problems. It's enough that my mom worries about me all the time, even before I came here. I couldn't even take the trash out without her wondering if I'm alright. So that's why I prefer not to let my emotions get to me."
"Believe me, Andrew, you're not the only one," Margaret sympathized with him. "I don't want people feeling sorry for me either."
"Is that so," he gave her a curious look.
"Yes. I grew up with a father who has an army background," she explained. "I want people to know that I don't fall over. I need military obedience and discipline. People would think less of me if I were to churn up and show how emotional I can guess. I need to keep a cork up because I don't want people feeling sorry for me either. I've been around a warzone for a while, so I want to maintain my strong and level-headed posture so people won't walk all over me."
"I see," Andrew said. "I keep myself in a calm and stoic firm manner because I can't have people walking all over me either. It's something that can't be helped."
"You said it, Andrew," Margaret sighed. "I'm glad that we aren't so different. And that we have more in common than I thought."
"I feel the same way Margaret," Andrew said. "I'm glad that we're together."
"Me too."
"So anyway," Andrew stood up. "Care to have a drink of whiskey? I got two cups that we can drink out of, and we are getting out of here anytime soon."
"Sure," Margaret stated. "I could use some whiskey anyway."
"Alright," Andrew went over to the jeep and got out the bottle of whiskey along with the two cups.
Soon enough, he walked back over to her and pour the whiskey into the two cups; one for himself, the other for his lady.
"Here you go dear," Andrew handed her the cup before picking up his cup. "So, what shall drink a toast to tonight?"
"Hmmm," Margaret had a thoughtful expression. "How about we drink to two Major. An American man and an American woman, who have the qualities to endure and survive in these woods in Korea? That we are brave and strong, and we can handle anything together. Here's to us, for being lost in this forest together."
"I'll be happy to drink to that," Andrew held up his cup. "Cheers?"
"Cheers." Margaret held up her cup and clinked it against Andrew's cup.
From there, the two of them drank down their whiskey simultaneously.
Once they finished, they sighed and looked at each other.
"Andrew, you know that I need army discipline," Margaret told him. "It's exactly what my father showed me when I was a little girl."
"I see," Andrew seemed curious by that.
"I'm serious Andrew," Margaret confessed. "I remember when my father once told me that I was 'the son' that he always wanted."
"He did?" Andrew was a little shocked by that.
"Yes," Margaret elaborated. "Father always dreamed of having a son who could follow in his footsteps and be just as regular army as he is. But then he had a daughter instead and felt like that I should be treated like the son that he should've had. And that's why I became the no-nonsense, strict army nurse that I am."
"Goodness," Andrew was shaken up. "I...I don't know what to say. That must've been awful to know that he wanted a son instead of a daughter."
"I know Andrew. It does sound terrible. But I don't let it get to me," Margaret understood his reaction. "I wanted to please and impress my daddy. So I became regular-army just like him. Why I can remember becoming a Major just before he died."
"I see," Andrew had a sympathetic smile on his face. "Listen, Margaret, I'm sorry if that may have made you feel the way you did. But I think it's a good thing that you were a daughter. I mean you are a good example of what a strong army woman should be. And I am impressed. So rather than being the son that he always wanted, you are daddy's girl who is as firm as he is."
"I appreciate the sympathy, Andrew. Thanks for showing how much you care about me," Margaret felt her heart melt slightly from the compliment that Andrew gave her. "I just hope that if my father could see me now, he'd be proud of who I've become."
"And I bet he is. You're a grown woman, and you've shown how far you've come," Andrew assured her before frowning. "Besides, you are at least lucky to have had a father to look up to in the first place. I never even met my biological father, let only seen him or learned about him in person."
"Oh," Margaret seemed to be concerned for Andrew. "Would you care to elaborate on that, darling?"
"Well dear, I've only heard rumors about my biological father from my mom when I turned 20," Andrew explained as his voice turned bitter and dark from remembering something terrible that he was once told. "Like how before I was born, my biological father was abusive towards my mom, as well as forceful with her. Even telling my mom that she should get an abortion while I was still in my mom's belly. I was even told that he was an alcoholic, who enjoyed drinking for pleasure. From what I was told, he must've been a horrible person, and I'm glad that I never got to meet him. He sounds truly awful."
"Awww, my poor baby," Margaret cooed sympathetically upon that.
"I know. From what I was told, he was terrible to the point where my mom didn't want anything to do with him," Andrew scowled. "So she divorced him and cut all ties with him."
"My poor darling," Margaret carest his cheeks gently out of love and affection. "I'm glad that you didn't get to deal with someone like that when you were a baby."
"Me too," Andrew smiled. "So for the most part, my mom remained single, seeing that there wasn't a man who could be a good father-figure to me."
"I see," Margaret nodded. "Anyway, can we have another belt of whiskey? I could use a second glass."
"Yeah, sure," Andrew grabbed the bottle. "I could use a second glass myself."
And so Andrew poured a second glass of whiskey for the two of them, and they ended up drinking it down just like they did the first one.
"You know Margaret, there's something that I like to know from you," Andrew remarked upon finishing his second cup. "And it's something that I'm curious about."
"And what would that be Andrew?" Margaret queried.
"It's about that nickname that some of the people at the 4077 have called you. Hot Lips," Andrew brought up. "Tell me, how did the name Hot Lips become associated with you?"
"Oh, that. Well, I'm not too openly fond of that surname. The nurses call me that when I'm on their butts with work," Margaret told him.
"And yet McIntyre has called you Hot Lips just to mess with you," Andrew proclaimed.
"Yeah. McIntyre can be a juvenile at times," Margaret admitted. "Same goes for Pierce. Despite being excellent surgeons, they're both juvenile perverts."
"Can't argue with that," Andrew agreed. "But where did the nickname Hot Lips come from anyway?"
"Oh gee, sometimes I have to wonder that myself," Margaret groaned. "I'm curious as to why people call me Hot Lips as to get under my skin, or something else."
"I think I may have a theory. The nickname Hot Lips was given to you due to how passionate you are with men and how you have a reputation for giving certain men passionate kisses on the mouth," Andrew informed her. "I mean, I should know because you've kissed me plenty of times. And I have to admit, your lips are very hot to the point where I don't want to separate from them, dear."
"Well when you put it that way darling, you have a point," Margaret chuckled a little. "My lips are as hot as rubies."
"You said it," Andrew gave her a casual smirk.
"Still, it can be embarrassing when it comes to certain situations," Margaret admitted. "For instance, whenever a general or important military figure shows up to the 4077, it's humiliating to know that I'm called Hot Lips when I'm trying to maintain a stern and strict military personality."
"That's understandable Margaret," Andrew laughed. "But it's not like you're the only one who had an embarrassing nickname. I, for one, had a pretty silly nickname that I used when I was in the army."
"You did? Oh, you don't say, Andrew," Margaret seemed amused by this. "If you don't mind me asking honey, what was the nickname that you were given in the army?"
"Well...I dunno if I should say," Andrew was sounding bashful again. "It is kinda humiliating."
"Oh come on Andrew. You can trust me. I'm 'your' defenseless lady that you love and care for," Margaret attempted to convince him. "And you know that I'd never judge you for anything."
"Well...you promise not to laugh about it," Andrew had to make sure.
"I promise sweetie," Margaret gave him that reassuring smile. "Now tell me, what was the nickname you were given?"
"Okay. I'll tell you," Andrew leaned over to her and took a deep breath before speaking. "The nickname that I was given, when I was in the army was...oh...uh...Big Dog..."
"Excuse me," Margaret seemed perplexed. "Did you just say that your nickname was Big Dog?"
"Yes dear," Andrew felt his cheeks burn from humiliation. "They called me B-B-Big Dog when I was in the forces."
"Oh, Andrew. Is that all," Margaret had to reassure him. "It's not that bad of a nickname. I think it's kinda cute."
"Aw, well, you know," Andrew was being modest again. "I expected you to be supportive of me."
"Yes," Margaret nodded. "By the way darling, why did they call you Big Dog in the first place?"
"Well," Andrew rubbed his chin. "It's because I was already a big man when I joined up. And I was also as loyal and brave as an army dog. And I was able to hold my own, so they called me Big Dog."
"Well, nothing is embarrassing about that. You are a big strong man," Margaret cooed. "Besides, I've had at least a couple of dogs trained in the military. It's nothing that I haven't seen before."
"T-There's also the fact that I...was capable," Andrew looked flustered by what he was about to say next. "O-Of howling...and barking...oh geez, like a dog, to alert the troops when danger was nearby."
"Really," Margaret had a smirk on her face. "Would you care to show me how you howl and bark like a dog?"
"Uhhhh, I don't think it's a good idea," Andrew tried to decline out of humiliation.
"Oh come on. Please do it," Margaret swooned. "Do it for me, honey. I'm not asking for much. Just for you to do this teeny weeny little ol' favor. Will you do it for me, Mr. Big Strong Man?"
There it was. Andrew was charmed by the girl yet again. He couldn't say no when she was swooning him into it. Taking a deep breath, Andrew said to her.
"Alright, Margaret. I'll do it," he sighed. "But I'm only doing it for you dear."
"I know darling," she smiled in satisfaction. "Now let 'er rip."
"Alright," Andrew took a deep breath and prepared to do what his lady wanted.
He was then heard howling for a moment, before he started barking multiple times, and then howled again. Letting this drive him, he started panting like a dog too, once he was done with that.
"Good boy. Good boy," Margaret cooed playfully as if she was talking to a dog, as she started petting Andrew and bringing him close to her body before she started pecking him. "You 'really' are a big dog, Andrew."
"Just like how you have some hot lips, Margaret," Andrew returned with a smirk of his own.
"Oh shut up and kiss me will you," Margaret ordered.
"I love you buttercup," Andrew obliged as he leaned his face over to her.
"I love you too honey," Margaret remarked as she puckered her hot-looking lips.
Andrew puckered his lips as the two of them started kissing again. It was a beautiful night to be doing so, and since they were alone, they could do it without being disturbed.
The kissing fest went on for a few minutes before they finally ceased the kissing and separated their lips.
"Margaret? I'll never get sick of that," Andrew grinned like a silly man.
"I'll never get sick of that either Andrew," Margaret gave him that flirtatious look. "Anyway, we should probably think of sleeping arrangements for us."
"Good idea," Andrew rubbed his chin. "The only thing we have is one large sleeping bag. I'm afraid we'll have to share it 'together', Margaret."
"Hey, that's no problem with me," Margaret didn't seem bothered by it. "We are a couple. And besides, we've slept together several times before. So it's nothing new."
"Yeah. You got me there," Andrew laughed heartily. "Hang on, I'll get the sleeping bag."
"Okay," Margaret said as Andrew went to the jeep, opened up the trunk, and got out the big sleeping bag. "By the way Andrew, do you think that snipers will find us in the middle of the night?"
"Excuse me," Andrew put the sleeping bag onto the ground. "Did you just say, snipers?"
"Yes," Margaret nodded slowly. "I don't want us to get shot by snipers when we're asleep in the middle of the night."
"Nonsense Margaret," Andrew walked over after picking up the sleeping bag and then put it down right on the spot. "As long as we're together, we'll be okay, and we'll be safe. I promise."
"Okay," Margaret said as Andrew opened up the sleeping bag. "Andrew? Can I confide in you about something?"
"Sure. What is it?" Andrew looked curious.
"Andrew, I never told you this before," Margaret took a glance in both directions. "But I happen to be afraid of loud noises."
"So you have phonophobia, don't you," Andrew guessed.
"Yes, but how did you know that," Margaret wondered.
"I happened to have done some research on phobias in my spare time," Andrew revealed to her. "Before I was drafted out here."
"I see," Margaret got back on track. "It's true. I'm afraid of loud noises. And since we're out here where shellfire could go off at any time, I don't know what to expect."
"I know, but I'll be here for you," Andrew assured her. "If things go wrong for us, and shellfires are waking us up in the middle of the night, you can cuddle with me for comfort. I promise that I'm here."
"That's very sweet darling," Margaret remarked. "But I've heard loud noises before when I was at the 4077th. But I never showed how afraid I was so my nurses wouldn't think any less of me."
"That's no big deal. Lots of people act like that in the face of danger," Andrew insisted. "Besides, I was also afraid of something when I was a little kid."
"Really? And what was it that you were afraid of as a kid," Margaret questioned.
"I was afraid of lightning," Andrew admitted. "In other words, I had astraphobia. I could never stand lightning. And while I still can't stand the loud noise, for the most part, I got over it, and I try not to let it get to me."
"Wow," Margaret blinked. "I never knew that."
"Yeah," Andrew sighed. "Mainly because we never asked each other about our respective fears. It took the two of us being lost out here together, just us, to get this out in the open."
"Tell me about it," Margaret admitted. "I think we should be safe as long as we stay together."
"Right. And one more thing. Just in case someone tries to attack us," Andrew went to the jeep and pulled out that rifle. "I'll use this to any North Korean who tries to kill us."
"Good idea Andrew," Margaret smirked. "In case someone attempts to kill us, you can shoot them down for us."
"Yeah," Andrew put the rifle to the side next to the sleeping bag. "Now we should be safe Margaret."
"Okay. I trust you," Margaret smiled. "So anyway, shall we get comfortable in that sleeping bag?"
"Alright," Andrew shrugged as he took off his boots. "I'll get into the sleeping bag first."
"Fine by me." Margaret smiled.
As soon as Andrew took off his boots, he crawled into the sleeping bag first, with his head sticking out. Once he got comfy, he looked towards his mot as he encouraged her to join him.
"Alright. This is very cozy," he smiled. "Okay Margaret, now you get into the sleeping bag."
"Hold on Andrew," she took off her boots. "I'll be in there in just a minute."
Once her boots were off, she went over and crawled into the sleeping bag where Andrew was. As soon as she was in it, she started to get herself comfy with her big strong man.
"Feeling comfy Margaret?" Andrew asked.
"Sure am," Margaret felt Andrew cuddling with her. "I love sleeping with you, Andrew."
"Me too," Andrew grinned flirtatiously. "Just think, when we're married, we'll have a lot more nights where we'll be sleeping each other."
"Oh yes baby," Margaret gave him a seductive smirk. "Now if we play hanky panky, let's do it in a way that we'll fall asleep."
"Okay. But only when we're wearing our clothes," Andrew pointed out. "Just to let you know, before I was drafted to Korea, I usually prefer to sleep only in my boxers. I haven't done that since I've been stationed at the 4077."
"Is that so," Margaret seemed bemused by that. "Well, just as long as you go to sleep without your shirt on, I should be satisfied."
"Okay, but only because no one else is here," Andrew obliged. "And I'm only doing this for you, my dear."
"I was hoping that you'd say that, darling," she smiled. "Alright, well I'm going to sleep. Goodnight Andrew."
"Goodnight Margaret," he yawned. "I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning."
"Me too," she kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, honey."
"I love you too, buttercup." Andrew returned the gesture.
Afterwards, the two of them went straight to sleep while snuggled up against each other. Margaret found herself snuggling her head against Andrew, while Andrew allowed her to cuddle up with him. They were sound asleep, as they hoped that nothing would happen to them while they are asleep.
But what they didn't count on was the fact that something was going to happen to them in a couple of hours. They were in for a shocking surprise soon enough...
SEVERAL HOURS LATER - 23:54
For the most part, the two Majors slept peacefully in the middle of the woods. It helped that they were sleeping in a sleeping bag with no issue at all. By now, the fire that was going in the fireplace had gone out, leaving nothing but slight smoke steaming from the fireplace.
Aside from the chirping of crickets and other nighttime noises, it was unusually quiet. It was especially eerie given that it was close to midnight. One could only wonder if something could happen at any moment.
Sadly, that tranquility came to an abrupt stop when the North Koreans decided to fire off the shellfire again in the area. A bunch of loud booms was heard in the forest, and bright flashing lights lit the nighttime sky.
And as it may seem, Andrew was the first to wake up by this sudden noise.
"WHOA!" Andrew instantly sat up and shot open his eyes, noticing that there was a shell fire going on, in the middle of the night no less.
Oh for goodness sake. Not again. Andrew grumbled in his thoughts. Why did they have to start shell firing this area when some of us are trying to sleep.
Andrew had to pinch the bridge of his nose, unable to believe that this was happening to him. It was then another one was set off and exploded, with that same flashing light occurring in the area. This time, it was Margaret who reacted to that shellfire.
"AAAHHHH!" Margaret woke up immediately, as she felt her heart throbbing in fright.
"Margaret! Are you okay!?" Andrew was concerned for her.
"No! I was just woken up by shellfire!" She yelped, placing her hand over her chest.
"They're at it again," Andrew told her. "The same shellfire we got caught in the center of earlier with the jeep, is now keeping us up during the night."
Before Margaret could say another word, another one was set off, with the same flashing light hitting the area. Feeling that this was going to get a little dangerous for them, Andrew decided to take the initiative.
"Okay, Margaret. Before either of us gets hurt, put your arms around me," Andrew instructed. "And quickly, before something happens to us!"
Margaret wasted no time in wrapping her arms around him as she felt huddled up against his chest.
"Andrew, hold me. Please hold me. I'm scared," she muttered as Andrew did just that.
"It'll be okay," Andrew worked on calming her while wrapping his arms around her. "Just like I said a few hours ago, we'll be fine. I'll protect you. I promise."
Andrew made sure that the two of them could keep down so they don't find themselves in the center of it. Of course, this didn't make it any less loud for either of them. Because of this, it was clear that neither of them would fall asleep anytime soon. Andrew did not take kindly to this nonsense, as he groaned.
"Oh for goodness sakes," Andrew grumbled before howling furiously. "DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS RIGHT NOW?! SOME OF US HAVE TO GET SOME SLEEP!"
Margaret wasn't satisfied with the shell fire either, as she was shouting alongside Andrew. Soon the two of them were shouting different things at the same time, which was along the lines of demanding the North Koreans responsible for this to stop the shell fire when they are trying to get some shuteye.
Of course, their demands fell on deaf ears. Not only because of the shell firing but also because they couldn't hear them where ever they were, which was in the middle of the Korean Woods.
Eventually, they found their mouths touching as they continued to plea for silence. This got them to stop talking as they looked at each other with an expression of desire. Suddenly, they went silent when they decide to kiss for a couple of moments. Afterwards, they realized how kissing helped with soothing their nerves, albeit briefly when they stopped.
As the shell firing continued to go off, the two of them started kissing again, longer this time. It was as tender and passionate as it ever was. Andrew then took the extra step of getting them to push their heads into the sleeping bag, before he zipped the bag up, allowing them to be safe and kept inside the sleeping bag as if it was a cocoon.
He did this to give himself and Margaret some privacy and protection, and the kissing was to make them ignore the shell firing entirely and maintain serenity between them.
Needless to say, the two of them were enjoying it a little too much. But that was no problem. They were keeping each other safe from the shell fire, and that's all that mattered. Not to mention the fact that they've done this several times before.
Furthermore, Andrew was loving every moment of this. And the feeling was mutual on Margaret's end. There was nothing that could stop them from enjoying this.
Even after the shell firing ceased, they couldn't find themselves to separate. Their lips worked just like magnets, and they couldn't separate. Andrew also could've sworn he felt something bulge, but he didn't care in the slightest.
All that mattered to him was that their nerves were soothed by this romantic and amorous activity, and they could go to sleep in peace as a result. Then hopefully, by tomorrow, they can find a way to get them back to the 4077 after getting a spare tire for the jeep, so they can get out of the forest.
One thing's for sure, this was an experience that they would never forget...
THE FOLLOWING MORNING - 5:45
It was now a new day in the middle of the Korean forest. The shellfire had ceased many hours ago, and it was peaceful for the time being. In that sleeping bag, we see that Andrew and Margaret had fallen asleep in each other's arms, as they had given comfort to one another. Truly a romantic sight to behold.
Naturally, it was Andrew who woke up first, and he realized that the shelling stopped, and he and Margaret were still inside that sleeping bag. Unzipping the top part of the bag, Andrew allowed some fresh morning air to come in and hit his head. Andrew then noticed that Margaret was resting her head against his chest, which was exposed. Andrew felt very warm from seeing this.
Wow. Margaret is sleeping peacefully. She's so beautiful the way she's snuggled up against my chest. Andrew thought in admiration. Well, since it's a new morning, I better fire off that flare gun so we can be spotted.
Crawling out, Andrew managed to get Margaret into his arms, bridal-style, as he then gently placed her on top of the sleeping bag and allow her to sleep some more while he got some work done.
Once he saw her snoozing away, Andrew walked a couple of feet away and then took out the flare gun from the holster and pointed it towards the air. Pulling the trigger, Andrew fired a flare into the sky beyond the trees, allowing someone to see where he and Margaret were in the forest.
Just the sound of that blast caused Margaret to slowly wake up from her sleep, as she was heard moaning in her sleep. While she was doing that, Andrew decided to get some push-ups in, since he needed to be physically fit for when they have to get back to the M*A*S*H 4077. Seeing that he was still not wearing a shirt, he decided to do it without a shirt on.
With that, he got onto the ground and started to do some push-ups. Naturally, with a man of his physique, he was able to tackle it with ease. It was no sweat at all, at least for Andrew.
By then, Margaret slowly opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings, and saw that not only did they make it through the night, it was also a beautiful morning outside. She then sat up, stretched, and yawned as she noticed that Andrew wasn't sleeping with her.
Huh. That's strange. Andrew isn't here. Margaret thought. I wonder where that man ran off to.
She then heard some grunting coming from behind her. She turned around and saw that it was Andrew, doing some push-ups. Just seeing this got Margaret to smirk for whatever reason.
Well, what do you know? That big strong man is doing some push-ups. Margaret thought in an overjoyed manner. He seems to be doing a good job. Though I shouldn't be surprised, seeing that he's big and strong. I better go and keep him company.
Standing on her own feet, Margaret put on her boots before deciding to walk over and watch Andrew up close. As soon as she was within half a foot away from him, she looked down and smirked.
"Good morning Andrew," she greeted him.
"Oh," Andrew stopped for a second to look at her. "Good morning Margaret."
He then resumed his push-ups moments later. Margaret was impressed by this.
"Doing some push-ups, huh Mr. Big Strong Man?" Margaret queried.
"Ah yeah dollface," Andrew grunted from the push-ups. "Keeping my body physically fit and in shape."
"That's my big fella," she cooed. "Mind if I join you?"
"Oh sure. Help yourself, dear," Andrew encouraged her.
"Gladly, darling." Margaret beamed lustfully as she did what Andrew wasn't expecting.
She crawled onto her knees, and then when Andrew least expected it, she climbed right onto Andrew's back and lay on her stomach right on top of him. With that, Andrew felt some extra weight on his back. Nonetheless, he did several push-ups, albeit slow ones.
"Margaret," Andrew quickly figured this out. "You're lying on my back while I'm doing my push-ups, aren't you?"
"What gave it away Andrew," she told him teasingly.
"I think it's the aromatic smell," Andrew deadpanned. "Well, I'm about done with my push-ups anyway. Hey Margaret, would you mind?"
"Sure sweetie, I'll help you up," Margaret stood back onto the ground, and then she helped Andrew to his feet.
She proved to be rather strong, which got Andrew impressed. "Wow Margaret, you certainly are strong."
"Yeah," Margaret decided to reveal. "Well where I was raised in Fort Ord, every morning, we ran naked in the snow whenever we got snow."
"Goodness," Andrew was both shocked and flustered as a blush appeared on his cheeks from an image that popped up in his mind. "Didn't you get cold from doing that?"
"Sure, but it was to help with keeping firm and strong," Margaret told him. "So I can handle anything. Something that my father told me."
"I see," Andrew gulped. "W-Well, the only time I ran naked anywhere was when I was at this pool, and my swim trunk ripped apart, and I had to rush back to the locker room with no clothes on."
"Gee," Margaret blinked. "Did anyone spot you?"
"Only the janitor," Andrew moaned. "Good thing he didn't say anything about it."
"I can see that," Margaret decided to change the subject. "Anyway, how about I get the two of us some breakfast. My treat."
"Oh Margaret, I can handle the breakfast," Andrew insisted. "It'll be my pleasure. You don't have to go through all that trouble."
"Oh, but I want to. Besides, you did a lot of work for me yesterday Andrew," Margaret wasn't taking no for an answer. "Now I'm gonna make us some breakfast as a way to return the favor."
"Well, okay. If you insist," Andrew gave in. "I'll just take a seat and wait for you to get us some breakfast dear."
"Don't worry darling," Margaret pecked him on the cheek. "I'll be back in just a minute."
As Andrew took a seat near the jeep, Margaret dug through the bag of food that Andrew packed up for the two of them. Andrew knew what he packed for them, so he decided to give his mot a heads up about it.
"By the way, Margaret, I packed us some peanut butter crackers, potato chips, popcorn, and pretzels. I know it ain't much, but it's all that I could pack for us," Andrew informed her. "I hope you don't mind having that for breakfast."
"Oh it's no trouble at all sweetie," Margaret decided to bring the bag over to where Andrew is. "It's better than nothing."
"You can say that again," Andrew laughed heartily as Margaret plopped down right next to Andrew.
Needless to say, they were sitting close to one another, and it wasn't a problem for either of them. Both of them had that bag within their reach as they'd dig out whatever food was in it and ate it.
"Hey, this is pretty good darling," Margaret complimented. "You made a good choice of food. Even though it's not much."
"Well, you know," Andrew said shyly. "I couldn't stash an entire ham with pineapples. Just like what Frank Burns did that one time when we were short on supplies and he planned on sharing the stashed ham dinner with you."
"Oh yeah, I remember that," Margaret mused. "And then Captain Pierce and McIntyre caught us red-handed and we were forced to give it up."
"I can see that," Andrew shook his head. "Either way, that was a crazy experience. Sure am glad that regimental came through for us in the end."
"Me too," Margaret smiled. "Just being with you right now makes every moment out here worth it."
"Yeah, I feel the same way, my dear," Andrew smirked.
After spending the next few minutes eating, Margaret started to realize that she was a mess with her face and her hair. It has been days since she put on some decent makeup and whatnot.
"Oh! I must look awful." Margaret criticized herself.
"Nonsense," Andrew thought differently. "You look wonderful Margaret."
"Come on Andrew," Margaret moaned. "Here I am, no lipstick, no comb, dust all over my face."
"What are you talking about," Andrew couldn't believe it. "You look as beautiful as you did when I bumped into you when I first came to the 4077th."
"Oh," Margaret yelped. "I wish I had my toothbrush. If I don't keep my teeth polished, they get positively dim."
"Don't be ridiculous," Andrew told her. "You have the whitest teeth I've ever seen. They're the whitest things I've ever seen that's outside of OR."
"Oh," Margaret felt a blush pushing forward on her cheeks. "I always thought they were my weak point."
"I'm serious Margaret. You could read by your teeth," Andrew confessed. "And besides, your teeth are something I find most beautiful about you. Every time in OR when you're giving me that flirty look, I can imagine you smiling while flashing your teeth underneath that mask."
"Well, you aren't wrong Andrew," Margaret laughed. "I always did do that in your direction when no one is looking. Not to mention your teeth are pretty looking too."
"Yeah. I know," Andrew nodded. "Then there was the time when we were going to get the hydrocortisone. Your right hand touched my left hand. And then you gave me that smile with the teeth and grin. I always admire that about you."
"Oh come on Andrew," Margaret was flattered. "You're just saying that."
"Would I be saying it if it wasn't true?" Andrew brought up.
"Good point," Margaret said simply. "Well, we're still stuck here with no way to replace that tire, and I don't know when help is supposed to arrive for us."
"Well Margaret, all we can do is wait patiently for someone to arrive with the spare tire," Andrew suggested.
"Doesn't look like we have a choice," Margaret sighed. "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait."
"You said it," Andrew gave her a reassuring smile, which got her to brighten up in return.
They spent the next few minutes waiting for any help to show up. When was something going to happen? Will help be showing up by jeep or by chopper? And how will things be resolved for them? They could only wait it out and see for themselves...
After a few more minutes, Margaret thought she heard something in the distance. And it sounded like a chopper flying overhead. Andrew noticed her looking into the sky, and he wanted to know what was going on.
"What is it Margaret," he asked. "Do you see something?"
"I hear something," Margaret muttered. "Oh my. Chopper."
"Chopper?" Andrew decided to joke with her. "Last I check you were Margaret, not Radar."
"Ha ha ha, oh Andrew," Margaret couldn't help but laugh. "I know that. But I 'actually' hear a chopper approaching this area."
"Hmm," Andrew opened his ears and heard a chopper approaching the area. "Your right. There is a chopper coming."
"You don't think it's from a North Korean, do you?" Margaret asked in concern.
"I don't think so," Andrew mused. "We'll just have to wait and see for ourselves."
Margaret only nodded as they listened closely to the sound of the chopper. Andrew put on his Class A uniform while waiting for whatever was to show up. Eventually, after a few minutes, they did see a chopper heading in their direction. And dangling from the bottom of the chopper was a rope, and tied to the end of the rope was the spare tire that they were waiting to show up.
"Hey, Andrew! It is a chopper," Margaret pointed out. "And there's more! That must be the tire that was expected to be delivered to us! We can get out of here!"
"Well I'll be," Andrew grinned in amusement. "Alright Margaret, you get that jack out of the trunk, and I'll get that tire."
"Alright darling," Margaret didn't argue with him as she raced over to the jeep's trunk to get that jack out.
Meanwhile, Andrew stood there, motioning with his hands to get the rope to lower down a little more. The pilot complied as the rope was lowered until it was within Andrew's reach. With it now at his height, Andrew was able to grab the tire, untie the rope from the tire, and give the pilot the signal that he has the tire now. The pilot pulled up the rope and gave Andrew that signal showing that he did his job.
Seeing the chopper fly off, Andrew had the tire in his left arm as he watched the chopper fly in the distance. By then, Margaret had the jack out and approached Andrew with it.
"Ah Margaret, you got the jack," Andrew smiled. "Alright, now you can replace that flat tire with this fresh tire. And while you're doing that, I'll pack up our stuff and get everything back into the jeep. Okay?"
"I'll do it, Andrew," Margaret went right to work with changing over the tire while Andrew put on his boots.
Afterwards, he loaded up the sleeping bag back into the trunk and grabbed Margaret's medical nursing bag, the bag of food, and whatever else they brought out of the jeep, and put the stuff into the back seat. He made sure that they could be ready to leave this forest and head back to the 4077th.
After a few minutes, Margaret changed the tires and put the jack back into the trunk while putting the flat tire into the back seat next to their supplies. She then looked towards Andrew.
"Alright, Andrew! The tire has been changed," she told him. "We can get out of here."
"Great," Andrew smiled. "Okay, I think you should drive us out of here."
"Yeah," Margaret got into the driver's seat while Andrew got in the passenger's seat. "That cut on your forehead should be healed by now. But I don't think we should take any chance."
"Right," Andrew nodded as Margaret started up the jeep. "Now, let's get out of this forest, my dear."
"I'm way ahead of you, darling," Margaret smirked as she started driving the jeep.
The jeep was being driven out of the forest, and they were now planning on heading back to the M*A*S*H 4077. It'll be good to be back at the compound, especially after everything they've been through yesterday. It would be quite refreshing for the two of them...
AT THE FRONT ENTRANCE OF THE M*A*S*H 4077TH - 7:48
It was at this point where the jeep that Margaret was driving herself and Andrew in made it to the entrance of the 4077. Needless to say, they were relieved by this.
"Ah, I never thought I'd be glad to be here again," Andrew sighed in relief.
"Me either," Margaret agreed. "What we went through made me miss this rat hole somewhat."
"Same here," Andrew grinned. "Margaret, I hope that what we talked about last night can be kept between us and not shared with anyone else. This includes my army nickname being, well...you know..."
"Oh, Andrew. I would never tell anyone your secrets, especially that nickname that you were given in the army," Margaret assured him. "I won't tell them that you were once called 'Big Dog'. And everything else should be kept a secret too."
"Of course. I wouldn't plan on telling them the stuff you shared with me either," Andrew promised. "You have nothing to worry about."
"I know," Margaret gave him that flirtatious smile. "I love you, honey."
"I love you too, buttercup," Andrew gave her that seductive grin. "You know, this reminds me of the time we went to that battalion aid station with Pierce and Klinger."
"Yeah, especially that one song we sang when driving back into the compound," Margaret came up with an idea. "Would you like to sing that song with me, darling?"
"Oh, what the heck," Andrew shrugged his shoulder. "Let's sing it for old time sake, my dear."
"You know it," Margaret smirked before singing. "Over hill, over dale."
"As we hit the dusty trail," Andrew joined in on singing before the two of them started singing in unison.
"As the Caissons go rolling along! Countermarch, right about, you can hear the sergeant shout, and the Caissons go rolling along!"
They had already passed the gate and drove by the compound. That didn't stop them from singing though, as they kept it up.
"For it's hi-hi-hee in the field artillery, shout out your orders loud and strong! For wherever you go, you will always know that the Caissons go rolling along!"
It was clear that they were glad to be back at the M*A*S*H 4077. After the experience they were put through last night, it was a breath of fresh air. They could only hope that whatever happens next won't be as hectic as this.
They could only wait and see for themselves...
END OF CHAPTER 40...
Yeah. It took me a while to write this chapter, but I had finally finished it. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, even though it's different from the previous chapters.
I have to say it, the previous chapter was yet another disappointment through my eyes. I hope this chapter helped bring the spirit back up. It might come as a shocker seeing that the rest of the characters bar Andrew and Margaret are absent even though they're mentioned, and while Andrew speaks to Radar through that device, what he's saying isn't shown in this chapter, since I wanted it to be just Andrew and Margaret talking in this chapter.
One more thing, a couple of parts of this chapter was taken from a couple of chapters of 'A New Face to the 4077', with parts from that story being rewritten or altered to fit in more appropriately for this chapter. Just so you all know.
Anyway, for the next chapter, Henry Blake ends up going blind due to an accident that takes place, Radar helps with getting him places and the others contribute in helping the Colonel out, aside from Frank Burns, and some other stuff will take place. How will this go? Find out, next time readers!
For now, only if you want to, you can leave a review for this chapter. No matter what kind of review it is, it doesn't matter since this story is 40 chapters in.
Aside from that, I got nothing else to say. So until next time, I do hope you guys take care of yourselves. And with that said and done, thanks again for reading folks!