Radar glanced around nervously. He was on guard duty, as punishment, and
if there was one thing Radar O'Reilly hated, it was being outside after
dark. However, there was a plus side to guard duty; Radar had to keep his
mind on the job, and that meant he wasn't thinking about Henry.
He didn't want to.
He didn't want to think about all the good times he and Henry had shared together, all the times he played golf caddy, and least of all, the very last time he had seen Henry.
Radar knew that if he started going down memory lane, he would begin crying and never stop.
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As he neared the camp, Henry's heart quickened its pace. He had been on his feet for the whole day, sometimes walking, sometimes jogging, sometimes at a full run. Nobody had seemed to want to give him a ride back. Could he blame them?
"Finally, things are gonna be comparatively normal again."
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Hawkeye downed what must have been his sixth or seventh martini; he had lost track.
Both he and Trapper were still reeling from the blow that Radar had delivered. Henry, dead? The more he thought about it, the more intoxicated Hawkeye became. Trap had gone to Rosie's, and had drunken himself into unconsciousness. Hawk hoped to do the same so he would have no memory of this day.
"Henry . . ."
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In the CO's office, a Korean man stood in front of Herring's desk. Herring stood up and shook the man's hand, smiling broadly.
"You did a damn good job, Chang-Sun. Colonel Blake has finally kicked the bucket, and I'm in permanent command of this unit! For a Korean, you're a good shot."
Chang-Sun bowed respectfully and silently left the office.
Herring grinned happily.
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Frank was in Margaret's tent. To keep from thinking about Henry, they were making out on Margaret's cot.
Margaret's heart wasn't in it, however. "I'm sorry, Frank. My heart's just not in it."
See?
"Margaret," Frank whined, "would you just forget about Colonel Blake? He's dead, and there's nothing we can do about it. Now, kiss me!"
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Radar froze.
A figure was in the distance, but getting closer. Radar's hands trembled. "I can't shoot this thing, I can't! What am I gonna do?"
The figure neared, and Radar slowly raised the gun up. The figure suddenly broke into a run, and before Radar knew what was happening, he had been engulfed in a huge hug.
"I'm back," the person whispered.
Radar could hardly believe his ears. "Colonel Blake?"
He didn't want to.
He didn't want to think about all the good times he and Henry had shared together, all the times he played golf caddy, and least of all, the very last time he had seen Henry.
Radar knew that if he started going down memory lane, he would begin crying and never stop.
**************************
As he neared the camp, Henry's heart quickened its pace. He had been on his feet for the whole day, sometimes walking, sometimes jogging, sometimes at a full run. Nobody had seemed to want to give him a ride back. Could he blame them?
"Finally, things are gonna be comparatively normal again."
**************************
Hawkeye downed what must have been his sixth or seventh martini; he had lost track.
Both he and Trapper were still reeling from the blow that Radar had delivered. Henry, dead? The more he thought about it, the more intoxicated Hawkeye became. Trap had gone to Rosie's, and had drunken himself into unconsciousness. Hawk hoped to do the same so he would have no memory of this day.
"Henry . . ."
**************************
In the CO's office, a Korean man stood in front of Herring's desk. Herring stood up and shook the man's hand, smiling broadly.
"You did a damn good job, Chang-Sun. Colonel Blake has finally kicked the bucket, and I'm in permanent command of this unit! For a Korean, you're a good shot."
Chang-Sun bowed respectfully and silently left the office.
Herring grinned happily.
*************************
Frank was in Margaret's tent. To keep from thinking about Henry, they were making out on Margaret's cot.
Margaret's heart wasn't in it, however. "I'm sorry, Frank. My heart's just not in it."
See?
"Margaret," Frank whined, "would you just forget about Colonel Blake? He's dead, and there's nothing we can do about it. Now, kiss me!"
**************************
Radar froze.
A figure was in the distance, but getting closer. Radar's hands trembled. "I can't shoot this thing, I can't! What am I gonna do?"
The figure neared, and Radar slowly raised the gun up. The figure suddenly broke into a run, and before Radar knew what was happening, he had been engulfed in a huge hug.
"I'm back," the person whispered.
Radar could hardly believe his ears. "Colonel Blake?"