Last time on Sur . . . gah! I did it again! *note to self-burn all taped
Survivor episodes*
Aw, screw it.
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Radar's heart pounded with joy. Henry was back, really back!
Henry and Radar stood embraced for quite a few minutes before finally pulling back. However, Henry's big smile died away at the sight of Radar's face.
"Kid, what happened?"
"Oh," Radar said, gingerly touching a bruise, "Colonel Herring hits me when he thinks I've done something wrong . . ." He trailed away as Henry's eyes grew hard with anger.
"Come on, Radar. We're going to see Herring and talk to him."
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Herring was polishing his desk, because General Hammond was coming to place him in permanent command of the 4077th. He was whistling "When Johnny Comes Marching Home" and didn't notice Radar and Henry standing at the doorway of the office. Radar cleared his throat.
"Uh, sir?"
Herring sighed in annoyance and turned around. "What is it, Cor . . ."
He stopped when he saw Henry. All of the color left his face and he had trouble finding his bearings. Henry smiled and stretched out his hand. "I'm Lieutenant Colonel Henry Blake, and I believe that's my desk you're polishing."
Herring glared. Ignoring Henry's hand, he turned to Radar, furious. "What is this asshole doing here?"
Radar was indignant. "He's not an asshole, sir! He's the CO and from where I'm standing, YOU look an awful lot like an asshole! Sir."
Henry whistled. "Radar sure has changed."
Herring finally lost it. With an animal-like growl, both hands shot forward and grabbed Radar by the throat. Radar tried to get out of Herring's grasp, but the colonel just made his grip tighter and tighter.
Herring might've strangled Radar if not for a punch directed at his jaw. He fell back, dazed. Radar, coughing and wheezing, looked at Henry with gratitude in his eyes.
Henry was angrier than Radar had ever seen him. His fists were clenched, and for the first time, there was a dangerous look in his eye. Radar had never been more grateful.
When Henry spoke, his voice was low and shaking. "If you EVER do that again, Colonel . . ."
The sentence was left unfinished as Herring sprang back up and delivered a blow to Henry's stomach. The two men started a fistfight.
Radar ran for help. He reached the Swamp and banged open the door without knocking. "God, Radar, not so loud," said Hawkeye, his head in his hands.
"Captain Pierce, I need your help! It's Colonel Herring and Colonel Blake!" Hawk's eyes perked up at Henry's name.
"Radar, did somebody spike your Grape Nehi? Henry's dead."
Radar shook his head vigorously. "Please come quick!"
Hawkeye sighed and grabbed his red robe.
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Henry broke open his liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of gin. When Herring attempted to swing at him, Henry broke the bottle over his head. Herring fell.
Covered in gin, the broken bottle in his hand, Henry stood over Herring, panting. Radar and Hawkeye rushed in.
"HENRY!!!!"
In a single bound, Hawk was at Henry's side, throwing his arms around his friend. Henry chuckled despite a growing bruise under his left eye. "Good to see you too, Hawk."
Frank and Margaret barged in. "What is the meaning of this? We heard strange noises coming from the office," Margaret said. Frank nodded in agreement.
Henry broke away from Hawkeye and waved at Frank and Margaret like a little kid. "Hey guys."
Needless to say, both were shocked.
"Colonel Blake?" Frank said in disbelief. Henry thought he detected a little disappointment too.
"The one and only."
Herring groaned slightly, prompting Margaret to drop to her knees and check his injuries. "Did you do this to Colonel Herring?" she demanded. Hawkeye rolled his eyes. "Well, judging from the gin, I'd say Henry did it, because I think that's a waste of perfectly good gin."
Margaret glared.
Herring began to stir, and opened his eyes. "What the hell happened?" His gaze fell on Henry, who grinned.
"YOU!"
The colonel tried to stand, but nearly fell again as dizziness overcame him. Margaret hurriedly supported him with her arm.
"Sir! Sir, the general's here," yelled Klinger as he came into the office in a full Victorian dress. "Just great," mumbled Herring as he tried to clear his head.
Aw, screw it.
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Radar's heart pounded with joy. Henry was back, really back!
Henry and Radar stood embraced for quite a few minutes before finally pulling back. However, Henry's big smile died away at the sight of Radar's face.
"Kid, what happened?"
"Oh," Radar said, gingerly touching a bruise, "Colonel Herring hits me when he thinks I've done something wrong . . ." He trailed away as Henry's eyes grew hard with anger.
"Come on, Radar. We're going to see Herring and talk to him."
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Herring was polishing his desk, because General Hammond was coming to place him in permanent command of the 4077th. He was whistling "When Johnny Comes Marching Home" and didn't notice Radar and Henry standing at the doorway of the office. Radar cleared his throat.
"Uh, sir?"
Herring sighed in annoyance and turned around. "What is it, Cor . . ."
He stopped when he saw Henry. All of the color left his face and he had trouble finding his bearings. Henry smiled and stretched out his hand. "I'm Lieutenant Colonel Henry Blake, and I believe that's my desk you're polishing."
Herring glared. Ignoring Henry's hand, he turned to Radar, furious. "What is this asshole doing here?"
Radar was indignant. "He's not an asshole, sir! He's the CO and from where I'm standing, YOU look an awful lot like an asshole! Sir."
Henry whistled. "Radar sure has changed."
Herring finally lost it. With an animal-like growl, both hands shot forward and grabbed Radar by the throat. Radar tried to get out of Herring's grasp, but the colonel just made his grip tighter and tighter.
Herring might've strangled Radar if not for a punch directed at his jaw. He fell back, dazed. Radar, coughing and wheezing, looked at Henry with gratitude in his eyes.
Henry was angrier than Radar had ever seen him. His fists were clenched, and for the first time, there was a dangerous look in his eye. Radar had never been more grateful.
When Henry spoke, his voice was low and shaking. "If you EVER do that again, Colonel . . ."
The sentence was left unfinished as Herring sprang back up and delivered a blow to Henry's stomach. The two men started a fistfight.
Radar ran for help. He reached the Swamp and banged open the door without knocking. "God, Radar, not so loud," said Hawkeye, his head in his hands.
"Captain Pierce, I need your help! It's Colonel Herring and Colonel Blake!" Hawk's eyes perked up at Henry's name.
"Radar, did somebody spike your Grape Nehi? Henry's dead."
Radar shook his head vigorously. "Please come quick!"
Hawkeye sighed and grabbed his red robe.
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Henry broke open his liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of gin. When Herring attempted to swing at him, Henry broke the bottle over his head. Herring fell.
Covered in gin, the broken bottle in his hand, Henry stood over Herring, panting. Radar and Hawkeye rushed in.
"HENRY!!!!"
In a single bound, Hawk was at Henry's side, throwing his arms around his friend. Henry chuckled despite a growing bruise under his left eye. "Good to see you too, Hawk."
Frank and Margaret barged in. "What is the meaning of this? We heard strange noises coming from the office," Margaret said. Frank nodded in agreement.
Henry broke away from Hawkeye and waved at Frank and Margaret like a little kid. "Hey guys."
Needless to say, both were shocked.
"Colonel Blake?" Frank said in disbelief. Henry thought he detected a little disappointment too.
"The one and only."
Herring groaned slightly, prompting Margaret to drop to her knees and check his injuries. "Did you do this to Colonel Herring?" she demanded. Hawkeye rolled his eyes. "Well, judging from the gin, I'd say Henry did it, because I think that's a waste of perfectly good gin."
Margaret glared.
Herring began to stir, and opened his eyes. "What the hell happened?" His gaze fell on Henry, who grinned.
"YOU!"
The colonel tried to stand, but nearly fell again as dizziness overcame him. Margaret hurriedly supported him with her arm.
"Sir! Sir, the general's here," yelled Klinger as he came into the office in a full Victorian dress. "Just great," mumbled Herring as he tried to clear his head.