Chapter 8 - (hypothetically not)
Hawk and Beej stumbled across the compound toward the Swamp, not helping was Beej's pants, still around his ankles. They make it to the Swamp eventually and are joined by Margaret and Potter not soon after. "Where was Charles tonight, anyway?" Potter asked, noticing his empty bunk.
"Well, you know Charles, he wouldn't dare attend such a function, Imagine, celebrating a horse's birthday," Hawk answered, haughtily, while passing out martinis.
"I guess I know what the who the hypothetical friend is now, Pierce. You know, I thought it was you and Margaret," Potter said with a laugh.
Hawkeye sputtered, laughing hysterically, "What gave you that idea?"
"Well, I... I don't know, all those hypotheticals... I thought it was you, I don't know how I came up with Margaret but I could've sworn it was true." Potter explained. "So what are you going to do now, son?" Potter's tone turned serious as he spoke to BJ.
"I don't know," he replied with a sigh before gulping the rest of his martini.
"Have you heard from Peg yet?"
"No, I haven't and that's what's worst, I sent that letter out over a week ago. A week, one week I've been waiting for the letter that decides what happens to the rest of my life." BJ laid back on his cot, "I'm so afraid of what it will say I don't think I could even open the letter when it arrives."
"You know she loves you, BJ, you have to trust her to forgive you. I have the feeling everything will be fine."
"Col. why don't we go, let him get some sleep?" Margaret suggested quietly.
"OK, Major," he said quietly, "Goodnight boys, try to get some sleep."
"Goodnight, Colonel."
"Goodnight, sir"
"Oh, and by the way," Potter stopped on the way out, "has anyone seen Klinger lately
Hawk and Beej stumbled across the compound toward the Swamp, not helping was Beej's pants, still around his ankles. They make it to the Swamp eventually and are joined by Margaret and Potter not soon after. "Where was Charles tonight, anyway?" Potter asked, noticing his empty bunk.
"Well, you know Charles, he wouldn't dare attend such a function, Imagine, celebrating a horse's birthday," Hawk answered, haughtily, while passing out martinis.
"I guess I know what the who the hypothetical friend is now, Pierce. You know, I thought it was you and Margaret," Potter said with a laugh.
Hawkeye sputtered, laughing hysterically, "What gave you that idea?"
"Well, I... I don't know, all those hypotheticals... I thought it was you, I don't know how I came up with Margaret but I could've sworn it was true." Potter explained. "So what are you going to do now, son?" Potter's tone turned serious as he spoke to BJ.
"I don't know," he replied with a sigh before gulping the rest of his martini.
"Have you heard from Peg yet?"
"No, I haven't and that's what's worst, I sent that letter out over a week ago. A week, one week I've been waiting for the letter that decides what happens to the rest of my life." BJ laid back on his cot, "I'm so afraid of what it will say I don't think I could even open the letter when it arrives."
"You know she loves you, BJ, you have to trust her to forgive you. I have the feeling everything will be fine."
"Col. why don't we go, let him get some sleep?" Margaret suggested quietly.
"OK, Major," he said quietly, "Goodnight boys, try to get some sleep."
"Goodnight, Colonel."
"Goodnight, sir"
"Oh, and by the way," Potter stopped on the way out, "has anyone seen Klinger lately
