It took over three hours of four surgeons careful work to remove all the remnants of bullets and shrapnel from the girls body, they went through three bags of blood and nearly lost her twice, still who ever she was, she was a fighter. Hawkeye had overseen the operation and now was resting outside of the Swamp, sipping a glass of gin and just trying to get a little shut eye.

"Mail Hawk!" Radar announced loudly as he threw a package onto Hawkeye's lap, The dark haired man jumped at the break of silence.

"Whoa Radar? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Hawkeye gasped for breath.

"Nope, just trying to hand out mail." Radar muttered as he walked down to the next tent and announced 'mail!' as loudly as he could. Hawkeye shrugged and began to unwrap the parcel's brown paper, when he got through the first layer a letter from his father fell to the ground. Hawkeye picked it up and smiled as he opened it and began to read;

Dear Hawkeye



How are things in the 4077? Last time you wrote they sounded pretty bleak, like you were getting loaded down with patients, well don't work to hard, the war should be over soon. This letter can't be long, I have to go drop off your sister at the bus depot, she's going to stay with her friend for a few weeks. I believe she knit you another tent you can use.

Lots of love

Dad



Hawkeye smiled, just like his sister to knit something for him that was about three sizes to large, still it was a warm bright yellow house coat, and would serve well for those long cold nights when he had nothing better to do then play tricks on Frank.

"Hey!" Trapper exclaimed as he walked up and sat down next to Hawkeye, "You got another tent for us!" Hawkeye smiled, his sisters knitting history was classic.

"How's the patient?"

"Clinging on Hawk, Im pretty worried about her, we still haven't managed to revive her yet." Trapper's eye filled with pain.

"She should have woken up long ago..." Hawkeye muttered to no one in particular.

"Probably just exhausted, she did have over 13 bullets in her." Trapper pointed out.

"She's lucky to be alive." A voice commented, Frank walked up and sat down beside the two other captains, "It's sickening that they would do that to a child."

"That's all very well Frank but what do you suppose the American's at the front line are doing to the Korean children that get in their way?" Trapper demanded, "An old quote said 'An eye for and eye only makes the whole world blind'."

Franks top lip disappeared before he retorted back, "Their commies, everyone of them, they deserve what they get!" He got up and stomped towards Margaret's tent before knocking on the door, waiting then knocking twice once more and disappearing inside of it.

"I wonder if his mothers a worm and his father's a mobster?" Hawkeye asked.

"What makes you say that?"

"He seems to sliver along but still manages to put everyone down."

"He probably just got up on the wrong side of the war this morning." Trapper muttered, "Come on, we should go check on the kid again."