"I don' know..." Radar murmured, his little frame curled up in bed, his back pressing against the wall, his arms clutching a bundle of blanket to approximate at least one of his missing companions. Sidney, his befuddled search for the missing items over, sat on the floor next to the cot, just about eye-level, and cross-legged.

"I know it can be hard to put into words, Radar. And it doesn't even have to. Sometimes it's best to let an emotion pass like the enigma that it is. But feel it, and accept it, and let it run its course. Cry, or yell, or do what you like. I'm here, okay? I'll listen. And," he let a pregnant pause pass, looking into Radar's scared and timid face, "you know, Henry's here, too... And I'm sure he needs someone to talk to as much as you do, Radar. Think about it. Okay?"

Radar nodded silently, and Sidney pushed himself up onto his feet. "Sleep well, Radar," he stated, and headed for the door.

When he opened it, he took a step back in surprise.

Radar's glasses and teddy bear were there right on the threshold of the tent. "Hey, Radar," Sidney called back, and leaned down to get them.

As he did so, and before Radar could reply, a young private rushed into Radar's office, nearly knocking Sidney over. The private ran to the PA system.

"Oof! Pardon me..." Sidney excused the boy, "Hey, Radar, look what I found--"

"Attention all personnel!" the private shouted, "Sorry guys, hate to cut the party short, but there are choppers, incoming! Seems even the North Koreans wanted to throw a welcome-back bash for our very own Henry Blake!"

It was only when Radar held his bear again firmly under his arm that he heard the choppers coming.

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