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Chapter 3: The Clouds Thicken
Back at the aid station, the seemingly never ending night continued. Possibly 100 wounded passed through their skilled hands before it was over. Near daybreak, a lull in the fighting brought one last ambulance that thankfully held a replacement doctor. One last soldier was loaded up and Hawkeye and Margaret climbed in wearily, glad to be going home, no matter how horrible it was. To add insult to injury, the road was one big pothole, the bumps drifted on until eternity.
About an hour passed before they pulled into the familiar compound to the sound of Radar's
"Incoming Wounded! Only one ambulance, thank God. Oops, sorry Father." The ambulance doors swung open to reveal both Colonel Potter and BJ. Margaret climbed out, followed by Hawkeye
"There's only one guy and he only has to go to post-op, just a few broken ribs that we've already set. Boy am I glad to be home." Hawkeye spoke up,
"I don't know about you Major, but I'm going to bed."
"Ditto." They set off in the direction of their tents. Hawkeye bid her a good-night (really good-morning), before he continued on his way.
She went inside and felt around for the light switch, everything was curiously, slightly sticky. She hit the light and screamed bloody murder. Almost all of the camp came running. Margaret backed out of the door as pale as the death they saw every day. She bumped into Charles and pointed a shaking finger at the door. Hawkeye edged over and nudged it open.
A horrible sight met his eyes. Everything was covered in what appeared to be blood. In the center, also covered in blood was a straw stuffed dummy wearing a private's uniform. A message was stuck to it: "You'll be next. D." Presumably Donald who left the disgusting mess judging by the 'D'. He walked outside where Colonel Potter, BJ, and Charles were unsuccessfully trying to comfort her. He took Colonel Potter aside and explained the sight and situation to him. He then turned his attention to some of the enlisted personnel standing near by. He asked them to try and clean up the mess then come and tell then when they were done.
He took Margaret's arm and led her into Potter's near by office. She barely noticed, in shock. She turned to him and spoke in terse whisper,
"Why? Why would he do such a thing?" He sat down in the chair beside her.
"I don't know your guess is as good as mine."
"You think he will try something again?" She had known at once who left the disaster in her tent.
"I don't know. But don't worry."
"Yeah" BJ put in. Their fellow officers and Klinger followed them in. "We'll make sure that asshole doesn't try anything again. Ever."
The events of the past day had finally caught up with her. She through herself into Hawkeye's arms and started to sob.
More rambleings: Please R&R!!! I live on commments and advice. Also am open to sugjestions for other stories and up coming chapters. I need all the help I can get!!!
Chapter 3: The Clouds Thicken
Back at the aid station, the seemingly never ending night continued. Possibly 100 wounded passed through their skilled hands before it was over. Near daybreak, a lull in the fighting brought one last ambulance that thankfully held a replacement doctor. One last soldier was loaded up and Hawkeye and Margaret climbed in wearily, glad to be going home, no matter how horrible it was. To add insult to injury, the road was one big pothole, the bumps drifted on until eternity.
About an hour passed before they pulled into the familiar compound to the sound of Radar's
"Incoming Wounded! Only one ambulance, thank God. Oops, sorry Father." The ambulance doors swung open to reveal both Colonel Potter and BJ. Margaret climbed out, followed by Hawkeye
"There's only one guy and he only has to go to post-op, just a few broken ribs that we've already set. Boy am I glad to be home." Hawkeye spoke up,
"I don't know about you Major, but I'm going to bed."
"Ditto." They set off in the direction of their tents. Hawkeye bid her a good-night (really good-morning), before he continued on his way.
She went inside and felt around for the light switch, everything was curiously, slightly sticky. She hit the light and screamed bloody murder. Almost all of the camp came running. Margaret backed out of the door as pale as the death they saw every day. She bumped into Charles and pointed a shaking finger at the door. Hawkeye edged over and nudged it open.
A horrible sight met his eyes. Everything was covered in what appeared to be blood. In the center, also covered in blood was a straw stuffed dummy wearing a private's uniform. A message was stuck to it: "You'll be next. D." Presumably Donald who left the disgusting mess judging by the 'D'. He walked outside where Colonel Potter, BJ, and Charles were unsuccessfully trying to comfort her. He took Colonel Potter aside and explained the sight and situation to him. He then turned his attention to some of the enlisted personnel standing near by. He asked them to try and clean up the mess then come and tell then when they were done.
He took Margaret's arm and led her into Potter's near by office. She barely noticed, in shock. She turned to him and spoke in terse whisper,
"Why? Why would he do such a thing?" He sat down in the chair beside her.
"I don't know your guess is as good as mine."
"You think he will try something again?" She had known at once who left the disaster in her tent.
"I don't know. But don't worry."
"Yeah" BJ put in. Their fellow officers and Klinger followed them in. "We'll make sure that asshole doesn't try anything again. Ever."
The events of the past day had finally caught up with her. She through herself into Hawkeye's arms and started to sob.
More rambleings: Please R&R!!! I live on commments and advice. Also am open to sugjestions for other stories and up coming chapters. I need all the help I can get!!!