Silence Isn't Always Golden
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with M*A*S*H blah blah blah blah blah.
Author's Note: I tried. I haven't been watching that long, so if anything isn't right tell me.
Chapter 1
"Thanks again Henry. I really needed this."
Hawkeye threw his bag into the back of the jeep.
"Well, you probably don't deserve it, but knowing you you'll fake insanity again."
"Why Henry, I would never do such a thing!"
"Just get in the jeep."
"See ya. I'll send you a postcard from Tokyo."
Hawkeye waved one last time as the jeep drove off and got ready for two days with no surgery, no reassembling soldiers, and most of all no Frank.
"So how come I don't get a break?" Trapper followed Henry around the camp.
"You got one last week!"
"Oh. Right. I still don't think it's fair!"
Henry rolled his eyes and headed toward the office. "You can't fool me McIntyre, I know you don't think."
"Hello sir." Radar looked up from the papers he was organizing.
"Hey Radar."
"Uh sir, I need you to sign these papers."
He followed Henry into his office and handed him the papers as he sat down.
"What are they for?" he asked as he signed them.
"Oh, they're so we can get more forms for you to sign so Klinger can get a new dress."
Henry stopped and looked at Radar.
"Thank you sir." Radar quickly grabbed the papers and left.
Henry leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.
"So, you gettin a couple of days off huh?" the driver asked Hawkeye.
"Yup, no more standing for 36 hours poking at a kids liver. Not for 2 days anyway."
Over the next half hour, the two learned a lot about each other, Hawkeye telling him about Crabapple and his dad, and the driver telling him about his wife and baby son he couldn't wait to get home to.
Hawkeye opened his mouth to say something else, but he never got the chance. A huge explosion flipped the jeep over and blew dust everywhere, making it impossible for them to see anything for the moment. Hawkeye coughed and rubbed the dust out of his eyes.
"You O.K.?"
The driver coughed and a puff of dust flew from his mouth.
"Yeah I think so."
He checked to make sure all his limbs were still attached.
Another massive explosion was heard and they covered their heads with their arms.
Hawkeye coughed again and looked up.
"Man, we gotta get outta here."
Another shell was dropped and another explosion was heard.
"On second thought maybe we should stay here."
He turned to the driver.
"Is anyone else around?"
"I dunno, I didn't see anybody."
They both slowly got to their knees and looked around. Another explosion rocked the ground and they grabbed onto the overturned jeep.
Henry was tearing apart his desk, searching for the pen his wife had given him.
Radar walked in.
"RADA- Radar, where's my pen?"
"It's in your desk drawer sir."
"Of course it is."
Radar picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"What?" Henry mouthed, confused.
"Uh, sir it's for you."
He took the phone.
"Hello? Uh huh. What?! Are you sure? Uh huh. Yep. Alright. Well how am I supposed to have a nice day?"
He hung up the phone and rested his head on his desk.
"What is it sir?"
"They said there's shelling in the area that Hawkeye's in."
"Oh."
"And then the fool told me to have a nice day! I mean, what kind on an idiot would say that?!"
"Calm down sir."
"What're we supposed to do? Pierce is out there!"
"Well, we can't really do anything sir."
"I know, I know. I just wish there was some way to know if he was alright."
"I'm sure he is."
"Well, you know everything else, so you must know this. I just hope this isn't the one thing you're wrong about."
Hawkeye brushed the dirt from his hair and looked around again.
"Hey I think I see something!"
They heard an explosion, this time farther away.
"Do ya think they're goin' away?" the driver asked.
Another explosion, this time closer than anyone would ever want to be to a shell, threw them both forward and buried Hawkeye in a mountain of dirt and weeds.
He pushed his head back to air and coughed repeatedly to clear his lungs.
"I guess not."
He coughed again.
The driver crawled up beside him.
"Can't see anything anymore."
The dust slowly cleared and Hawkeye saw the same shape he saw before.
"I think it's another jeep!"
"Maybe we can get outta here."
"No, we should stay where we are, it could be even more dangerous out there."
"More dangerous than this? I doubt it. And even if we don't move I still wanna find out if someone's out there."
The driver slowly made his was forward keeping as close to the ground as possible.
Yet another explosion knocked him off his feet, but he rubbed his eyes and kept moving.
Hawkeye looked up and saw a plane flying directly overhead.
"Look out!"
Everything seemed to go in slow motion as another shell was dropped. Hawkeye ran as fast as he could, but he didn't get far. It hit the ground and there was a massive explosion. He was thrown forward again, and the overturned jeep landed half on him, half off him.
He groaned and opened his eyes, sat up and dragged himself out from under the jeep. He looked up and didn't see anything or hear anything, so he tried to get up, but a stabbing pain shot through his ribcage. He grunted and fell back down. He lifted his head and saw the driver lying face down on the ground. Holding his chest he dragged himself over, but he didn't have to go too far before he realized he was dead.
He had seen many people die, and seen many bodies that had been blown up. But he hadn't known them, hadn't talked to them, hadn't 'gotten to know' their families.
After a while, the pain was too much and he had to lie down and soon fell asleep.
He awoke in the back of a jeep, which was bumping and jostling him around. Every time the jeep went over a bump, the same stabbing pain shot through him. The jeep went over a particularly large bump and Hawkeye gave a small yelp of pain. The driver looked back and Hawkeye realized it was Klinger. Who else would wear a black women's hat with a veil?
"Oh good, you're awake. I thought you were dead."
Hawkeye said nothing.
"Don't worry, we're almost back at the 4077th. You'll be good as new in no time. Oh, and I got your bag. Your Hawaiian shirt is fine. We were all pretty worried you know. Frank bet Trapper $50 you were dead." Klinger laughed. "He should've just wished. He's gonna blow when he loses 50 bucks. You know how he is with money. Yep. As soon as Henry heard the shelling had stopped, he sent me to go find you. Didn't take me long. Here we are! Home sweet hell. 4077th M*A*S*H."
The jeep pulled into camp and up to a group who cheered when they saw Hawkeye in the back.
"It's good to see you back in one piece Hawk." Trapper helped him out of the jeep.
He slowly tried to make his way to the hospital, pain racking his body with every step he took. And every step he took, he got another pat on the back which sent another jolt of pain. Before long, the pain became too much and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with M*A*S*H blah blah blah blah blah.
Author's Note: I tried. I haven't been watching that long, so if anything isn't right tell me.
Chapter 1
"Thanks again Henry. I really needed this."
Hawkeye threw his bag into the back of the jeep.
"Well, you probably don't deserve it, but knowing you you'll fake insanity again."
"Why Henry, I would never do such a thing!"
"Just get in the jeep."
"See ya. I'll send you a postcard from Tokyo."
Hawkeye waved one last time as the jeep drove off and got ready for two days with no surgery, no reassembling soldiers, and most of all no Frank.
"So how come I don't get a break?" Trapper followed Henry around the camp.
"You got one last week!"
"Oh. Right. I still don't think it's fair!"
Henry rolled his eyes and headed toward the office. "You can't fool me McIntyre, I know you don't think."
"Hello sir." Radar looked up from the papers he was organizing.
"Hey Radar."
"Uh sir, I need you to sign these papers."
He followed Henry into his office and handed him the papers as he sat down.
"What are they for?" he asked as he signed them.
"Oh, they're so we can get more forms for you to sign so Klinger can get a new dress."
Henry stopped and looked at Radar.
"Thank you sir." Radar quickly grabbed the papers and left.
Henry leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.
"So, you gettin a couple of days off huh?" the driver asked Hawkeye.
"Yup, no more standing for 36 hours poking at a kids liver. Not for 2 days anyway."
Over the next half hour, the two learned a lot about each other, Hawkeye telling him about Crabapple and his dad, and the driver telling him about his wife and baby son he couldn't wait to get home to.
Hawkeye opened his mouth to say something else, but he never got the chance. A huge explosion flipped the jeep over and blew dust everywhere, making it impossible for them to see anything for the moment. Hawkeye coughed and rubbed the dust out of his eyes.
"You O.K.?"
The driver coughed and a puff of dust flew from his mouth.
"Yeah I think so."
He checked to make sure all his limbs were still attached.
Another massive explosion was heard and they covered their heads with their arms.
Hawkeye coughed again and looked up.
"Man, we gotta get outta here."
Another shell was dropped and another explosion was heard.
"On second thought maybe we should stay here."
He turned to the driver.
"Is anyone else around?"
"I dunno, I didn't see anybody."
They both slowly got to their knees and looked around. Another explosion rocked the ground and they grabbed onto the overturned jeep.
Henry was tearing apart his desk, searching for the pen his wife had given him.
Radar walked in.
"RADA- Radar, where's my pen?"
"It's in your desk drawer sir."
"Of course it is."
Radar picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"What?" Henry mouthed, confused.
"Uh, sir it's for you."
He took the phone.
"Hello? Uh huh. What?! Are you sure? Uh huh. Yep. Alright. Well how am I supposed to have a nice day?"
He hung up the phone and rested his head on his desk.
"What is it sir?"
"They said there's shelling in the area that Hawkeye's in."
"Oh."
"And then the fool told me to have a nice day! I mean, what kind on an idiot would say that?!"
"Calm down sir."
"What're we supposed to do? Pierce is out there!"
"Well, we can't really do anything sir."
"I know, I know. I just wish there was some way to know if he was alright."
"I'm sure he is."
"Well, you know everything else, so you must know this. I just hope this isn't the one thing you're wrong about."
Hawkeye brushed the dirt from his hair and looked around again.
"Hey I think I see something!"
They heard an explosion, this time farther away.
"Do ya think they're goin' away?" the driver asked.
Another explosion, this time closer than anyone would ever want to be to a shell, threw them both forward and buried Hawkeye in a mountain of dirt and weeds.
He pushed his head back to air and coughed repeatedly to clear his lungs.
"I guess not."
He coughed again.
The driver crawled up beside him.
"Can't see anything anymore."
The dust slowly cleared and Hawkeye saw the same shape he saw before.
"I think it's another jeep!"
"Maybe we can get outta here."
"No, we should stay where we are, it could be even more dangerous out there."
"More dangerous than this? I doubt it. And even if we don't move I still wanna find out if someone's out there."
The driver slowly made his was forward keeping as close to the ground as possible.
Yet another explosion knocked him off his feet, but he rubbed his eyes and kept moving.
Hawkeye looked up and saw a plane flying directly overhead.
"Look out!"
Everything seemed to go in slow motion as another shell was dropped. Hawkeye ran as fast as he could, but he didn't get far. It hit the ground and there was a massive explosion. He was thrown forward again, and the overturned jeep landed half on him, half off him.
He groaned and opened his eyes, sat up and dragged himself out from under the jeep. He looked up and didn't see anything or hear anything, so he tried to get up, but a stabbing pain shot through his ribcage. He grunted and fell back down. He lifted his head and saw the driver lying face down on the ground. Holding his chest he dragged himself over, but he didn't have to go too far before he realized he was dead.
He had seen many people die, and seen many bodies that had been blown up. But he hadn't known them, hadn't talked to them, hadn't 'gotten to know' their families.
After a while, the pain was too much and he had to lie down and soon fell asleep.
He awoke in the back of a jeep, which was bumping and jostling him around. Every time the jeep went over a bump, the same stabbing pain shot through him. The jeep went over a particularly large bump and Hawkeye gave a small yelp of pain. The driver looked back and Hawkeye realized it was Klinger. Who else would wear a black women's hat with a veil?
"Oh good, you're awake. I thought you were dead."
Hawkeye said nothing.
"Don't worry, we're almost back at the 4077th. You'll be good as new in no time. Oh, and I got your bag. Your Hawaiian shirt is fine. We were all pretty worried you know. Frank bet Trapper $50 you were dead." Klinger laughed. "He should've just wished. He's gonna blow when he loses 50 bucks. You know how he is with money. Yep. As soon as Henry heard the shelling had stopped, he sent me to go find you. Didn't take me long. Here we are! Home sweet hell. 4077th M*A*S*H."
The jeep pulled into camp and up to a group who cheered when they saw Hawkeye in the back.
"It's good to see you back in one piece Hawk." Trapper helped him out of the jeep.
He slowly tried to make his way to the hospital, pain racking his body with every step he took. And every step he took, he got another pat on the back which sent another jolt of pain. Before long, the pain became too much and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
