"I don't know, Sherman... I think it's a good look for you."

Hawkeye and B.J. were busy cracking up. They'd been so engaged in a game of cards with Sidney that they didn't notice the new color of their CO's hair until he pointed it out, at which point, of course, it became the center of attention.

"Radar? Did that?" howled Hawkeye as he rolled back on his bunk.

"Our Radar?" asked B.J. incredulously.

"Seriously, Sidney," muttered Potter. "It's not like him. And you shoulda heard the pack of excuses he was making this morning. He sounded like-- like...."

The eyes of the three other men converged on Hawkeye, who was convulsing in a paroxysm of laughter on his rumpled blankets. He gasped and wiped the tears from his eyes, quieting down into a series of stifled giggles. "What?" he asked innocently.

Sidney stood up and put on his Psychologist face. "I suppose it's reasonable to think that Radar might be trying to deal with this situation by stealing a page from Hawk's book, as it were."

"Playing pranks to keep from thinking about Henry, you mean?" B.J. asked, the group quieting down a bit.

"Exactly. Last night he seemed to be willing to do anything -- up to and including destroy his office -- to keep his mind off of it."

Potter peered out the window of the Swamp's door, toward the glittering arch of pop bottles outside the OC door. "And what do you think of that?"

The three others stood and circled around the window, staring out at the rather impressive addition to the camp. They simultaneously cringed as a pair of nurses wandered out of the club, and relaxed when the arch held its integrity. The nurses looked up at the structure and grinned, then laughed, seeming cheered by the sight.

"At least he's doing something... constructive?" Sidney hypothesized.

"You call this--" Potter gestured to his bepurpled hair, "constructive, Sidney?"

"More constructive than trying to beat up buildings. Whatever went on inside that head of his last night, I have to say that it has my approval. He's on the right path."

Hawkeye returned to his cot, looking thoughtful.

"You know, guys, as much as I hate to try to cure somebody of me- dom..."

They turned to watch him. "Pierce?" asked Potter.

"Radar really needs help. He won't feel any better until he's accepted what's happened."

"And I suppose you have a plan, to this effect?" asked B.J.

Hawkeye put his finger to his nose. "Of course. What is it that we do best around here?"

"Pull pranks?"

"Aw, well, Radar's already got that part down. What else?"

B.J. shrugged slightly.

"Throw parties."

Potter scrunched up his face. "Pierce.." he groaned.

Hawkeye sat up, his voice suddenly taking on the tone of a pleading child. "Oh, c'mon, Colonel! While the Chinese and the U.N. are busy catching their breath from their last game of dodgeball! I'll get Radar involved in planning it up, and soon we'll all be at the best We're-Sorry- You're-Dead-But-We're-Glad-You're-Back-Anyway,-Henry party that Ouijongbu has ever seen!"

Potter looked doubtful. "Sidney?"

Sidney grinned. "Need me to write out a prescription? I'd go for it. It couldn't hurt, and besides, it's been too long since I've been at a M*A*S*H bash."

"Cute, Sid," smirked B.J.

"Alright then, it's on!" agreed Potter.

"It's on!" cried Hawkeye triumphantly. "A wake for Henry Blake, part two: just when you thought it was safe in South Korea!"