Hawkeye sat up and yawned. A yawning Trapper was shaking him awake. It
was obvious that he had gone to sleep too. "Sheesh, it took Klinger THIS
long to fix the projector?"
Henry walked over to him. "Nope. You guys slept through the whole movie. Too bad, too. It was great."
Trap rubbed his eyes. "You're kidding me. You mean to say that I locked lips with the most gorgeous girl in the world for two hours straight?" Henry rolled his eyes. "Guess so."
Hawk grinned. "Well, I didn't miss the movie. I didn't miss it at all." Henry looked puzzled, and then decided not to ask him about it.
Later . . .
"Tish tosh!" Frank said scornfully. Hawkeye had been telling him and Trapper about his dream. Frank got up, and Hawk and Trap groaned simultaneously, knowing a rant was coming. "I know what a normal dream sounds like, and this is NOT a normal dream. A perfectly normal, American dream has you rich, with a nice house and car, a loving family, and happy relationships." Hawkeye nudged Trapper. "I think Ferret Face is referring to THE American Dream." Frank sighed and kept talking. "An . . .abnormal dream like yours would only be dreamt by a Commie!"
"Yes, Frank. I kept it a secret for as long as I could. I admit it. I'm really North Korean!" Hawkeye said, more than a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Trap started laughing, and Frank angrily grabbed his helmet and yelled," Oh, phooey to youey!" Hawkeye sat back down in his cot, and an idea slowly came to him. "Hey, Trap! An idea just popped into my head."
Wait a minute . . .I said, an idea SLOWLY came to him, it didn't pop into his head!
Hawk looks at the camera.
"I don't have to go by what you type, ya know!"
Oh yes, you do.
"Why?"
Because, I'm the author. Now stick to what I'm typing, or my next story will have a Hawkeye/Frank pairing. You don't want THAT, do you?
"No, ma'am."
Good. Now to get on with the story . . .
"What's your idea?" Trapper asked. Hawkeye stuck his tongue out at the camera, and then turned to Trap. "There's this costume shop in Seoul. It has all kinds of old clothes. I was thinking . . ."
Henry walked over to him. "Nope. You guys slept through the whole movie. Too bad, too. It was great."
Trap rubbed his eyes. "You're kidding me. You mean to say that I locked lips with the most gorgeous girl in the world for two hours straight?" Henry rolled his eyes. "Guess so."
Hawk grinned. "Well, I didn't miss the movie. I didn't miss it at all." Henry looked puzzled, and then decided not to ask him about it.
Later . . .
"Tish tosh!" Frank said scornfully. Hawkeye had been telling him and Trapper about his dream. Frank got up, and Hawk and Trap groaned simultaneously, knowing a rant was coming. "I know what a normal dream sounds like, and this is NOT a normal dream. A perfectly normal, American dream has you rich, with a nice house and car, a loving family, and happy relationships." Hawkeye nudged Trapper. "I think Ferret Face is referring to THE American Dream." Frank sighed and kept talking. "An . . .abnormal dream like yours would only be dreamt by a Commie!"
"Yes, Frank. I kept it a secret for as long as I could. I admit it. I'm really North Korean!" Hawkeye said, more than a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Trap started laughing, and Frank angrily grabbed his helmet and yelled," Oh, phooey to youey!" Hawkeye sat back down in his cot, and an idea slowly came to him. "Hey, Trap! An idea just popped into my head."
Wait a minute . . .I said, an idea SLOWLY came to him, it didn't pop into his head!
Hawk looks at the camera.
"I don't have to go by what you type, ya know!"
Oh yes, you do.
"Why?"
Because, I'm the author. Now stick to what I'm typing, or my next story will have a Hawkeye/Frank pairing. You don't want THAT, do you?
"No, ma'am."
Good. Now to get on with the story . . .
"What's your idea?" Trapper asked. Hawkeye stuck his tongue out at the camera, and then turned to Trap. "There's this costume shop in Seoul. It has all kinds of old clothes. I was thinking . . ."