Later that night at the mess tent the four surgeons, including Hot lips, Radar, Father Mulcahy and Klinger sat down to eat their supposed 'food' and discussed their patient.

"He can't take her back yet, she's not even awake yet!" Margaret protested as she picked away girlishly at her food.

"I know that!" Hawkeye put in, "But The general's determined to get her back to the US and get whatever information she knows out of her."

"But what if she doesn't know anything?" Radar asked as he popped a piece of cold beef into his mouth and chewed it with a look of disgust on his face.

"Then they risked her life by dragging her back to the USA for nothing i suppose." Trapper told him, "I hate it when they do this."

"Well it's not like we can keep her here for the rest of the war," Frank said angrily, "She's a child, and needs to be home."

"Home to a place where she's abused?" Hawkeye asked as he crunched the mashed potatoes in his mouth, "That scar on her arm wasn't made by a knife that was accidently in someone's hand and accidently ran from her wrist to shoulder."

"Maybe she's suicidal." Klinger suggested as her brushed crumbs from his latest creation, a light blue evening gown with a red feather boa and light pink heeled shoes.

"Well in that case," Henry began with his mouth full of some mysterious meat, "Sidney Freedman can talk to her."

"When is the doctor supposed to arrive?" Father Mulcahy asked as he poked his spork into some unaccountable substance.

"Tomorrow morning sometime, will the girl be awake by then?" Henry asked, Hawkeye only shrugged, "It's hard to tell, hopefully though, We're going to have to move her to make way for more patients when she gets up."

"Where are we going to put her?" Margaret asked, "There's no room left in the post-op, and all the other tents are full." Hawkeye thought quietly about that for a moment before sighing, "We'll have to cross that bridge when we get to it." For the next ten minutes everyone was completely silent, only the abnormal sound of crunching food could be heard, this was only abnormal because they were all eating their dessert...pudding.

"Attention all personnel" A voice came over the loud speaker, "Tonight's double movie feature will begin shortly."

"You going to the movie Hawk?" Trapper asked as he finished his crunchy pudding.

Hawkeye shook his head, Im going to the check on the kid then to the officers club for a strong drink."

"Well that's too bad," Henry said as he stood up, "Tonight's feature is supposed to be great."

"That's what they say." Hawkeye replied smiling, "Still I'd rather not watch 'The Thing' I've seen it already."

"Suit yourself." Henry said as he and Radar walked out of the tent.

"Well," Frank began as he stood up and stretched, "Major Houlihan and I should go and work on that report we were working on earlier, isn't that right major?" Margaret smiled and nodded.

"That's right Frank." Both of them walked out of the mess hall, now only Trapper, Hawkeye, Klinger and Father Mulcahy sat at the table and the quiet was nerve-racking.

"Well...us" Father Mulcahy stood up, "I had better go and...pray, yes that's it."

"Have fun father." Hawkeye said smiling, after him Klinger stood up and dusted off his dress, "I have to go, Im going to order another dress, I was thinking maybe a satin french creation or maybe..."

"That's alright Klinger, we don't need the details, go and get your dress." Trapper motioned for Klinger to leave.

"And then there were two." Hawkeye muttered as Klinger left, "I'm going to go get a stomach pump, we're going to need it."

"I'll come with you." Trapper said as he stood up, "My stomach feels like it's been flipped inside out and filled with raw liver."

"At least your stomach feels like it's full of something that's an actual part of the human body." Hawkeye muttered.

"Yeah but why is someone's liver in my stomach?"

Both men walked out of the mess hall and towards the post-op building, the entire camp seemed deserted because of the movie's that were showing tonight. The air was crisp and clean, and smelled fresh, Above in the sky, the stars shone brightly and twinkled in the mass of darkness. It was hard to believe that just three miles from the 4077 was the front and people were dying everyday. Yes it was all calm.