January 23rd 1954
They decided to have a small wedding. Their parents were there, of course. Sara was Margaret's matron of honor. Daniel was Hawkeye's best man; he tried to get a hold of BJ, but he just wasn't home for a good week and they didn't want to put if off any longer. Margaret offered, but he thought they had put it off too long already.
Margaret had only lately told her parents that she quit the army all those months ago. Her mother was all right with it; she wasn't thrilled but all right. Her father on the other hand was blown away. He had yelled at her for close to an hour or two over the phone. He was even more outraged that she was marring that ass of a doctor he had met when he had visited their unit.
"Margaret, are you absolutely sure?" he asked her again.
"Yes Dad!" she told him yet again.
"I still can't believe you quit the army for him. And he was only a captain draftee and from what I remember he wasn't a very good one either."
"I didn't quit for him. I quit for myself, Dad," she couldn't bring herself to tell him of how sick she was of the bureaucracy and the senseless waste. "I love him, and he loves me. I told you that over the phone; I have a life here; I have friends, a job, and you don't have to accept that, but it's what I want," she sat next to him in her beautiful white dress.
He took in a deep breath and gave her an enforced proud smile, "I only want you to be sure. Just as long as he treats you a helve lot better than that Penopscott. I don't ever want any man taking advantage of my little girl." He understood. He wished that she had stayed in the army and was marring someone who was more reliable and adultish, but she was happy and that mattered more.
"Thank you, Daddy," she was about to cry.
"Margaret, come on! It's kidda hard to start a wedding without the bride," Sara burst in.
"Are you ready to give the bride away?"
"No, but I guess I have no choice," he lead her out of the little room. ________________________________________________________________________
"Ben, calm down," Daniel put a hand on his son's shoulder.
"I can't," he couldn't hold still, "I'm getting married and to Margaret no less," he was nervous.
"Ben, you two have something, don't be gettin' cold feet now." "It's not that; it's just that a few years ago, I wasn't even her friend. This is the most thrilling moment of my life." he stopped.
The music started. Sara pushed Chelsea down the aisle. The little girl was throwing fists full of pedals to the floor. Sara followed; she was holding her little bouquet of flowers over her newly pregnant belly. Her husband, Keith, couldn't stop staring at her. When Sara got to her mark, Margaret came out and took her father's arm. She was so beautiful. Hawkeye wasn't breathing; he was overwhelmed by her. He was lost in her until his father nudged him.
"I do," he smiled one of his trademark smiles.
They decided to have a small wedding. Their parents were there, of course. Sara was Margaret's matron of honor. Daniel was Hawkeye's best man; he tried to get a hold of BJ, but he just wasn't home for a good week and they didn't want to put if off any longer. Margaret offered, but he thought they had put it off too long already.
Margaret had only lately told her parents that she quit the army all those months ago. Her mother was all right with it; she wasn't thrilled but all right. Her father on the other hand was blown away. He had yelled at her for close to an hour or two over the phone. He was even more outraged that she was marring that ass of a doctor he had met when he had visited their unit.
"Margaret, are you absolutely sure?" he asked her again.
"Yes Dad!" she told him yet again.
"I still can't believe you quit the army for him. And he was only a captain draftee and from what I remember he wasn't a very good one either."
"I didn't quit for him. I quit for myself, Dad," she couldn't bring herself to tell him of how sick she was of the bureaucracy and the senseless waste. "I love him, and he loves me. I told you that over the phone; I have a life here; I have friends, a job, and you don't have to accept that, but it's what I want," she sat next to him in her beautiful white dress.
He took in a deep breath and gave her an enforced proud smile, "I only want you to be sure. Just as long as he treats you a helve lot better than that Penopscott. I don't ever want any man taking advantage of my little girl." He understood. He wished that she had stayed in the army and was marring someone who was more reliable and adultish, but she was happy and that mattered more.
"Thank you, Daddy," she was about to cry.
"Margaret, come on! It's kidda hard to start a wedding without the bride," Sara burst in.
"Are you ready to give the bride away?"
"No, but I guess I have no choice," he lead her out of the little room. ________________________________________________________________________
"Ben, calm down," Daniel put a hand on his son's shoulder.
"I can't," he couldn't hold still, "I'm getting married and to Margaret no less," he was nervous.
"Ben, you two have something, don't be gettin' cold feet now." "It's not that; it's just that a few years ago, I wasn't even her friend. This is the most thrilling moment of my life." he stopped.
The music started. Sara pushed Chelsea down the aisle. The little girl was throwing fists full of pedals to the floor. Sara followed; she was holding her little bouquet of flowers over her newly pregnant belly. Her husband, Keith, couldn't stop staring at her. When Sara got to her mark, Margaret came out and took her father's arm. She was so beautiful. Hawkeye wasn't breathing; he was overwhelmed by her. He was lost in her until his father nudged him.
"I do," he smiled one of his trademark smiles.