Chapter 6

The roar of a jeep pulling into camp past the Swamp caused Hawkeye to open his eyes.

"Finally, you're awake."

Hawkeye turned and saw Trapper shaving.

"It's four in the afternoon. You were out like a light. I hope you enjoyed you little nap."

Hawkeye rubbed his face.

"Don't worry Trap, I feel as if I haven't slept in days."

Trapper turned, a look of shock on his face.

"You know me?"

"No Trapper, I don't know my best friend."

Trapper threw down his razor and hugged him.

"Hey, you're back!"

"Where'd I go?"

He let him go.

"You've been insane for the past few days!"

"What? No I haven't!"

"Would I lie to you?"

"Yes."

"Look, If you don't believe me, just ask Henry, Radar and especially Sidney."

Hawkeye stared at him for a minute.

"You're serious aren't you?"

"Yes! You've been acting like you were ten years old!"

"Ten?"

He sighed.

"I've missed a lot haven't I?"

"Sidney!" Trapper banged on the door of his tent.

He heard him groan.

"What do you want?"

He opened the door.

"I was trying to catch up on some sleep that I lost."

"Sorry Sidney. Anyway, it's Hawkeye, he's back!"

"Great, where is he?"

"He's sleeping, he said he feels like he hasn't slept in days."

He went into his tent.

"Sure, come on in."

Sidney shut the door.

"So what happened anyway?" Trapper asked. "Why'd he come back so soon?"

Sidney rubbed his eyes and sat on his cot.

"I dunno. I guess seeing the driver die and leave a son behind made him reflect on the death of his mother when she left him. He was angry and he never said goodbye. I guess after he forgave his father and said goodbye to his mother he was fine. He just needed closure."

He heard a knock on the door and groaned again.

"What?"

"Hey, it's Hawkeye, can I come in?"

"Sure Hawk, come on in."

He opened the door and went in. He was wearing his bathrobe inside out and looked very tired.

"Hey Hawkeye, how're you feeling?"

"Fantastic. You mind telling me what I've been up to for the past few days, because I remember squat."

"Sure. Trapper, go away."

"Sidney, I'm shocked!"

"What can I say, I'm sleep deprived."

Three days later, after Hawkeye was up to date and back to his old self, Sidney prepared to leave the 4077th.

Before he left, Henry called him into his office.

"Hey Sidney, I uh just wanted to thank you for helping Pierce and getting everything back to normal."

"Sir," Klinger entered his office, looking very angry. "Sir, someone's stolen my navy evening dress! I demand you do something!"

"Well, as normal as it was before."

"Your welcome Henry. I just hope I never have to go through that again. It was very interesting, confusing and exhausting."

"Sir!"

"Not now Klinger. C'mon Sidney, you'll miss you're chopper."

"Sir!"

"I'll find your dress Klinger."

Radar was at the desk, typing.

"Radar, you wanna help Sidney with his bags."

"Nope."

"Thanks Ra- what?"

"I said nope."

"No? You've never said that before!"

"There's a first time for everything sir. Oh and by the way, you got two calls. One from your wife and one from General Clayton. I told them you were talking to a psychiatrist."

Henry's jaw dropped.

"Radar, what's gotten into you?"

"I dunno sir. Maybe next time you'll think twice before waking me in the middle of the night, then telling me to go back to sleep like I'm not important."

"Aw, come on Radar, you know you're important to us! Did you really tell General Clayton I was talking to a psychiatrist?"

"You'd better believe it. He said it was about time."

"Oh my god."

"Sir, Sidney's gonna miss his chopper."

"Yeah, thanks Radar."
THE END
A/N: O.K., I know it was an abrupt ending, and probably the worst ending ever, but cut me some slack, I was tired. And guess what? It's the first long story ever that I've actually finished! YAY!