Once again i would like to apologize for my lack of writing, some of you are just to good with the psychic power and you seem to know what Im going to write before I put it down on paper. Anyways, schools almost done so i can start my typing once more.





Sara looked up at Hawkeye and smiled, "Thank you" in the small box lay a silver chain with two dog tags resting on the end. Sara put the necklaces around her neck and looked around at the small room full of people.

"Well," Henry came forward, "Let's not just stand here... Party people! come one!"

The celebrating went into the night, it was past midnight before everyone finally went to bed. Sara lay on her bunk in deep thought about what had just happened to her in the last few days... Everything had happened. But it didn't matter now, she was staying and that was that.



"Attention all units!" Early morning sunlight streamed through the Swamps cracks, "Incoming wounded, I repeat incoming wounded. Lunch today will be meat balls in spaghetti sauces, I repeat, lunch today..."

Hawkeye groaned and already knew he would be skipping that meal, He could already hear Trapper getting up and pulling on his robes.

"Come on Hawk, we got people waiting for our services..."

"Blood wasn't on my contract..." Hawkeye muttered as he sat up on his cot.

"Oh do be reasonable," Sara said as she tied by her hair, "We wouldn't want to upset the people that invited you here now would we?"

Hawkeye groaned, "How you manage to do this I'm not sure, I'd get the hell out of here as soon as I could." Sara smiled slightly and bent over to make her bed.

"Well you've been here longer," She said, "Besides, any place is better than home.."

"I find that hard to believe..." Trapper said.

Sara chuckled slightly, "Fine, I'll trade you then, and when you come back screaming you'll see what I mean."

"You mean I could pass as you and go home?" Trapper said, "Works for me..."

"Ha ha" Sara said sarcastically, "I don't think you can get away with it but go ahead and try..."

"Henry would probably send you back with a section 8..." Hawkeye said.

"Boy would Klinger be mad" Sara finished, her eyes were twinkling.

Hawkeye Stretched quickly, "Alright, to the hell hole." he said, referring to the OR. The two surgeons and the now surgeon in training walked quickly through the camp to the OR where a large line up of wounded soldiers waited to be treated.

After being sterilized Hawkeye went to work on a soldier with a head wound while Trapper and Sara began to pick shrapnel out of another young man.

"You know how to stitch?" Trapper asked.

"Yup," Sara replied.

"Well stitch up this please? I have to work on picking out the rest of this mans newest collection of bullets."

"Sure, let's get him a display box when this is all over, he can proudly say he fought for a cause..."

"Don't you mean a good cause?" Frank demanded as he and Margaret worked on a soldier with several broken ribs.

"Noo," Sara said, "Going off and randomly killing people isn't a good cause, it's a lost one."



Frank snorted, "If this was a thousand years ago you would be burned as a heretic."

"And if this was a thousand years ago you would be painted as one of 'the ugly people' and then burned at the stake for practising magic." Sara retorted, "But it isn't and I stick to my word when I say this war and all wars are fought for lost causes."

"Are you supporting the commies?" Frank demanded.

Sara sighed in irritation, "Yes Frank, I'm secretly a commie in disguise and during the night I'm going to destroy you all with my laser eyes." Complete sarcasm

"I knew It!" Frank said before realising that Sara had been joking.

Hawkeye smiled, his eyes were twinkling with amusement, "I've longed to see the day when a child manages to out wit Frank, now I can go home and cross it off of my list of things to see."

Sara smiled and continued to pass the instruments to Trapper. An hour passed by, the odd joke went around the OR but everyone was clearly concentrating on the patients and didn't seem to want to be bothered.

"Geez," Henry said, "Talk about tension, someone lighten the mood."

"Don't be so demanding Henry," Hawkeye said, "It will lighten when Frank leaves."

"Hey!" said Frank, "I don't weigh that much."

"His bones are hollow like a birds..." Trapper said, "It goes with his brain."

"I resent that." Frank muttered.

"You would..." Trapper started to say.

"Hey hey!" Henry said, "Be nice children, we've got patients to fix."

"Tell them to stop breaking." Sara muttered as she handed Trapper a clamp, "Then we could all go home."

"You could go home now," Margaret said, "Instead of being here where you don't belong."

Sara looked up and smiled innocently, "Oh but I'm enjoying myself here, besides: you would have to drag me back home..." Margaret didn't say anything, knowing that Sara was better off here then home.

Sensing tension arising, Hawkeye decided that it was time for that song everyone kept asking for, but not from him.

"You sing something Sara," Hawkeye said, his eyes had that twinkle to them, "Something jazzy, lighten the mood."

"Me? Noooo" Sara said, blushing slightly, "I can't sing."

Hawkeye chuckled, "That's not what we've all heard." Sara crinkled her face in annoyance and sighed.

"No, it's embarrassing." she said simply.

"Oh go on," Trapper said, "Hawk will sing with you."

"What? No I won't."

"Ha ha, you started it." Sara said, she smiled, "It's only fair."

Hawkeye smiled and sighed, "Alright stitch this guy up, Trapper; you need a hand?"

"Already got two but yeah, this guys got major liver damage. I could use one more pair to held get the rest of the shrapnel out."

Hawkeye nodded and got a new pair of gloves before moving up beside Sara and helping Trapper stitch up the liver while she carefully picked out shrapnel bits.

"Go on," Hawkeye said, "You know 'I've got the world on a String'?" Sara smiled and nodded, "I do indeed." She replied.



I've got the world on a string (Hawkeye began)

Sittin' on a rainbow



Hawkeye nudged Sara slightly in the ribs and she joined in.



Got the string around my finger,

What a world, what a life

I'm in love...

I've got a song that I sing,

I can make the rain go,

anytime I move my finger.

Lucky me, can't you see?

I'm in love.



Life is a beautiful thing,

as long as I hold the string.

I'd be a silly so and so,

If I should ever let you go.



I've got the world on a string,

sitting on a rainbow.

Got the string around me finger,

what a world what a life,

Im in love...