Henry Blake had once made the comment, that if it weren't for the war being
there wouldn't have been so bad, but what they'd be doing there with out
the war he didn't know. It was days like these when Hawkeye couldn't help
but agree, but they were very, very rare. He missed his big house and
beachfront property, his family, his bed. His bed, it would be so nice to
make love to Margaret in his own bed. He missed going out in the boat with
his cousins and big holiday dinners of homemade foods. When the war wasn't
in town things usually weren't too bad; at least they weren't when he was
with Margaret. Today was well, one of those days.
The week had been pretty quiet, not many patients. The fighting had moved to the north, most of their cases were pretty routine. The sun was shinning brightly, not a cloud in the sky. Hawkeye was alone in the Swamp digging franticly through his footlocker.
"What are you looking for?" Margaret asked as she sautéed into the tent and sat down on his bunk. She leaned back casually and crossed her legs.
"My swim trunks," he replied not noticing her graceful pose across his cot, "Have you seen them?"
"You mean these?" She said picking up a pair of black, silky shorts off the floor.
"Good you found them," he said happily taking them from her.
"That should have been the first place you looked," she told him raising her eyebrows and giving him that look.
"What?" He asked shrugging his shoulders, "That's my pile of clean clothes, I haven't had time to fold them yet."
"Yeah sure," she sounded skeptical.
"Have you got your suit on yet?" He was trying to change the subject.
"Does it look like I have my suit on?" She asked pulling the side of her shirt down to show him her bare shoulder.
"Margaret please, there are too many people around for that. Along with the house we also own the beach. When we get home I'd be happy to go skinny- dipping with you," he told her with mock seriousness.
"Oh really," she sounded mad, "You'd have to be crazy to walk around here in the nude."
Hawkeye smiled at that, "I don't know. I doubt maybe one person would notice."
"Only if they were all blind," she said uncrossing her legs.
"You'd be surprised," he mumbled under his breath as he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal his muscular chest.
"What was that?" She asked as she watched him undress, not really paying attention to what he was saying.
"Nothing," he told her as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor.
"Oh," she muttered watching him intensely. He pulled off his socks and was just about to drop his boxers when he noticed her watching him.
"Don't you have to go get your swim suit on?" He asked with his hand on the elastic of his shorts.
"Mmm Hmm," she hummed not looking at his eyes.
"Well why don't you go get it on so we can head down to the river," he said trying to catch her attention.
"In a minute," she said smiling mischievously.
"If you don't mind I need to put my trunks on," he told her seriously.
"So go ahead, don't let me stop you." Again she smiled.
"I can't if you're here."
"Oh come on, I've seen you naked plenty of times."
"So?" He questioned her blankly.
"Honey, we spent three days in Tokyo together. If I recall we didn't exactly play cards the whole time."
"And?" He still had a questionable look on his face.
"I've seen it all plenty times before, and let me add the view wasn't too bad."
"Oh?" He asked cautiously.
"Yeah," she said smiling playfully, "Come on, drop 'em."
"Margaret."
"Why this sudden shyness? You've stripped for me before," she couldn't understand what the problem was. "This is different."
"Oh it is not."
"Yes it is. We're not all alone in some hotel, we're not even in your tent." He pointed across the compound.
"You won't even know I'm here," she told him calmly.
"Yeah, sure," he wasn't believing it, "You're just trying to get into my shorts."
"What is so difficult about changing in front of me?" She was becoming more and more frustrated. "As I recall you've never had a problem with it before."
"I know, but look where we are," he said pointing to the tent, "What if someone walks in here?"
"Then it's their loss," she said plainly.
"What would we tell someone if they walked in on us and I was naked?"
"I'd tell them they'd have to wait they're turn," she said smiling wickedly. She was enjoying teasing him.
"I'm serious," he told her sternly.
"So am I."
"Come on Margaret," he was getting tired of this, "Remember what happened that one time? We were in here fooling around and Charles almost walked in on us?"
"That would have been very hard to explain," she said remembering. They had decided to skip the movie that night and ended up with the Swamp all to their selves. One thing led to another and before either one of them knew it they were in a very settling position on his cot. Hawkeye had just gotten her shirt over her head and she was unbuckling his pants when Charles rounded the corner. He was just about to open the door when a nurse called him into post op.
"Yeah, could you imagine going to Colonel Potter and explaining why we were lying on my cot half dressed, kissing?"
"Hmm, that probably wouldn't have been fun," she was looking at the foot of his cot.
"I didn't think so."
"But we didn't get caught," she cut in, "In fact I thought we had a nice time," she said standing up.
"We did didn't we?" He said smiling as she walked up to him and put her arms around his waist.
"Mmmm," she moaned as she reached up and kissed him gently. "But this is different," and with one quick movement she pulled his boxers down.
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It was some time later, after Hawkeye had finally pulled on his trunks and Margaret had changed into her bikini that they walked out to the river's bank. It was one hundred and ten degrees in the sun, so the whole camp decided they'd spend the day by the water. Everyone else was changing or camped out at different spots along the river. BJ and the gang promised they'd be down in a few minutes. This left Hawkeye and Margaret alone for the time being.
They lay under Margaret's huge beach umbrella in beach chairs side by side. Hawkeye was wearing his black swim trunks and sunglasses, perfectly blending with his dark hair. He was reclined in the chair, his left leg hanging over the side. Margaret was bathing in the sunlight trying to tan. She too was wearing a black bikini and relaxing in her chair.
"Baby," she said touching his knee, causing him to open his eyes and lift his head.
"Yes ma'am," he said turning to her. She looked beautiful; her hair was tied up. He loved it when to put it with a clip.
"Would you mind putting sun tan oil on my back?" She asked sweetly holding the bottle out to him.
He lowered his sunglasses to look at her and smiled, "I was hoping you'd ask," he said as he replaced his glasses. He took the bottle from her and stood from his chair. She scooted forward as he straddled her from behind. Hawkeye untied her top and pushed the straps down. He poured the oil into his hand and began to rub it over her back.
"This feels nice," she told him as his hands continued to massage and caress her. She moved her head, giving him better access to her neck. After a few minutes he stopped when he'd rubbed it in.
"Is there any place else you'd like me to do?" He said playfully.
"We'd be here all night if I let you do anymore," she picked up the bottle, "Here switch with me."
"What?"
"You're already beginning to burn, let me put some on you."
"If you want to touch my body just say so," he said replacing her straps and standing up then sitting so she was straddling him. Margaret poured some oil into her hand and began to rub it over his back. "You know we should have gone to the beach while we were in Japan," he commented as her hands went across his broad shoulders.
"You were the one who didn't want to leave the room."
"Did you want to leave?"
"No," she said going over his neck.
"I thought so."
"Turn around," she instructed him as he stood up and sat so they were facing each other.
"No fair, you made me stop after I finished your back," he grumbled as she began to oil his smooth chest.
"Maybe later if you're good."
He frowned, and then sighed, "Well we can just forget about that can't we?"
She stopped rubbing and looked at him, "Why?" He looked so pathetic.
"Because I don't think I can behave that long, you shouldn't be wearing that suit," he looked her up and down, "I swear I won't last if I can't touch you. I'm getting aroused just looking at you."
"Come here," she said pulling his head towards her and kissing him passionately. Her hands went around his neck as his went to her waist.
"Better?" She asked as she pulled away slightly breathless, god he was a good kisser.
"Actually I think you just made it worse," he muttered against her lips. Again he kissed her, this time pulling her down so she was flat against the chair. He positioned himself above her so he was lying directly on top. They were kissing passionately now, hands roaming over the other.
It was then that he heard it, in the distance he could hear voices. Hawkeye broke the kiss and pulled away.
"What's the matter?" She asked bewildered, this was hardly like him to stop mid grope.
"Listen," he told her as the voices neared them. Quickly he sat up and climbed off her and dashed into his own chair. He had just put his sunglasses on when the three men rounded the corner and walked over to them.
"Here's where you two went," BJ said setting his chair beside Hawkeye's, "Sorry we took so long, superficial wound at the last minute."
"That's okay, is he alright?" Hawkeye asked with some concern.
"Oh sure, just a nick on the side of his right thigh. Only took about ten stitches."
"Good."
"I'm going to sit here and read my newspaper," Charles announced as he too sat down, "And then I'm going to take a nice long nap."
"Well I don't know about you, but I'm sweltering," Klinger said taking off his shirt and revealing his hairy back and chest. "Anyone else want to join me for a swim?"
"You must be crazed," Charles grumbled settling into his chair with newspaper in hand.
"I will," Hawkeye said standing up and taking off his glasses.
Margaret watched as he and Klinger walked over to the edge of the river. They stood on the bank, talking about something. Hawkeye dipped his foot into the water; they looked at each other and began talking again.
"What do you suppose they're talking about?" BJ asked as he moved over one and sat in Hawkeye's chair.
"I have no clue," she was just as bewildered. "But whatever it is I don't think it's good."
She turned from BJ to find Hawkeye starring at her with a blank expression. After a few moments he turned back to Klinger.
"Howdy folks, hope you don't mind if we sit here," the voice of Col. Potter boomed behind them. All three of them turned around to see him and the Padre standing with their towels and chairs.
"Of course sir, why don't you set your things down right here," Margaret said gesturing to the spot on the opposite side of her.
"Why thank you Major," he told her while they began setting up their chairs.
"What's everyone looking at?" Father asked as he sat down.
"We think they're planning something," she said to all three of them not taking her gaze off the other two. He really had a nice butt, and those silk trunks really did something for her. She was admiring his backside when the two men finally dove into the water.
Klinger came to the surface almost instantly after jumping in, but there was no sign of Hawkeye. At first the group assumed it was a joke, but quickly changed their minds when they realized Klinger was searching franticly through the water. Margaret began to panic; quickly she jumped from her chair and rushed over to the water's edge. BJ dove in attempting to help Klinger search for his best friend.
Potter and Father walked along the bank looking for any signs of Hawkeye. After three minutes Margaret was desperately trying to hold back tears. What happened if he never came back up? What if he drowned? How would she live with out him? All of a sudden she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and pick her up off the ground. Before she knew it she too was in the water.
She swam to the surface to see him sitting there in the water, smiling madly. At first she was just relieved to see he was okay and wanted to rush over and have him hold her, but quickly she changed her mind and became furious for what he had done.
"Pierce!" She screamed at him, "What the hell do you think you're doing scaring me like that?!"
Hawkeye continued to smile as Klinger laughed hysterically beside them. When they had jumped in Hawkeye had swum downstream and gotten out without the others seeing. He then made his way around and crept up behind Margaret in time to grab hold of her and pull her in.
"We thought something had really happened to you," BJ told him with just as much anger. He was giving both of them a cold look.
"Oh come on it was a joke," Hawkeye said laughing.
"I thought you had drowned," she said tears streaming down her face.
"Pierce I would never have thought you'd do something so stupid. It was a bad joke, a really bad joke," Potter yelled from the bank.
"Listen I'm from Maine, you can't live there and not be a good swimmer."
Margaret gave him a really fierce look as she began to cry harder. Hawkeye wanted to swim over and comfort her, but BJ and the others had already helped her out of the water.
"What are you mad about?" Klinger called, "It was funny."
"That was a really dirty trick," Father yelled back, his face was beginning to turn red, "How could you do something so cruel? Do you have any idea how much you scared her?"
"I don't believe this," Hawkeye said as he splashed the water. "Margaret please don't be angry."
She walked over to her chair and picked up her towel, pretending she didn't hear him.
"It's not my fault I can hold my breath for a long time!" He called as he became aggravated by her silence. Still she refused to say anything. "Do you believe this?" Hawkeye whispered as Klinger neared him.
"Why are they making such a big deal? It was a joke," he pointed out.
Margaret wouldn't even look at him; she went over to her chair and picked up her things. BJ grabbed their chairs as she took the umbrella and began walking back to camp.
"Margaret! Beej!" Hawkeye called as they made their way down the path. She still refused to look at him.
"Damn!" He shouted as they turned the corner and walked out of site.
"Well they have every right to be mad," Potter said picking up his own chair, "I'm really disappointed in you son, do you have any idea how much she cares for you?"
"You should be ashamed of your self!" Father quipped as they too began walking back.
Hawkeye climbed out of the water and picked up his towel. Charles was still sitting there reading his paper.
"Well aren't you going to say something," he snapped.
"Nope."
"Why?"
"Because you always act immature and childish," he was still looking at his paper, "This is nothing new. I don't really think there's anything left to say."
"Gee thanks," he said drying his sopping hair.
Klinger walked up beside him and grabbed his things as well, "Are you coming back major?"
"No, I'm going to sit here and read my paper in peace. Who knows what hell you've just stirred up."
Hawkeye had never felt so bad. He loved Margaret more than anything, he couldn't stand to see her upset, especially at him. Watching her cry nearly broke his heart. If someone had just run him through with a bayonet, the pain would have been a hundred times less. Together they reluctantly made their way back to camp. It was going to be a long night.
The week had been pretty quiet, not many patients. The fighting had moved to the north, most of their cases were pretty routine. The sun was shinning brightly, not a cloud in the sky. Hawkeye was alone in the Swamp digging franticly through his footlocker.
"What are you looking for?" Margaret asked as she sautéed into the tent and sat down on his bunk. She leaned back casually and crossed her legs.
"My swim trunks," he replied not noticing her graceful pose across his cot, "Have you seen them?"
"You mean these?" She said picking up a pair of black, silky shorts off the floor.
"Good you found them," he said happily taking them from her.
"That should have been the first place you looked," she told him raising her eyebrows and giving him that look.
"What?" He asked shrugging his shoulders, "That's my pile of clean clothes, I haven't had time to fold them yet."
"Yeah sure," she sounded skeptical.
"Have you got your suit on yet?" He was trying to change the subject.
"Does it look like I have my suit on?" She asked pulling the side of her shirt down to show him her bare shoulder.
"Margaret please, there are too many people around for that. Along with the house we also own the beach. When we get home I'd be happy to go skinny- dipping with you," he told her with mock seriousness.
"Oh really," she sounded mad, "You'd have to be crazy to walk around here in the nude."
Hawkeye smiled at that, "I don't know. I doubt maybe one person would notice."
"Only if they were all blind," she said uncrossing her legs.
"You'd be surprised," he mumbled under his breath as he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal his muscular chest.
"What was that?" She asked as she watched him undress, not really paying attention to what he was saying.
"Nothing," he told her as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor.
"Oh," she muttered watching him intensely. He pulled off his socks and was just about to drop his boxers when he noticed her watching him.
"Don't you have to go get your swim suit on?" He asked with his hand on the elastic of his shorts.
"Mmm Hmm," she hummed not looking at his eyes.
"Well why don't you go get it on so we can head down to the river," he said trying to catch her attention.
"In a minute," she said smiling mischievously.
"If you don't mind I need to put my trunks on," he told her seriously.
"So go ahead, don't let me stop you." Again she smiled.
"I can't if you're here."
"Oh come on, I've seen you naked plenty of times."
"So?" He questioned her blankly.
"Honey, we spent three days in Tokyo together. If I recall we didn't exactly play cards the whole time."
"And?" He still had a questionable look on his face.
"I've seen it all plenty times before, and let me add the view wasn't too bad."
"Oh?" He asked cautiously.
"Yeah," she said smiling playfully, "Come on, drop 'em."
"Margaret."
"Why this sudden shyness? You've stripped for me before," she couldn't understand what the problem was. "This is different."
"Oh it is not."
"Yes it is. We're not all alone in some hotel, we're not even in your tent." He pointed across the compound.
"You won't even know I'm here," she told him calmly.
"Yeah, sure," he wasn't believing it, "You're just trying to get into my shorts."
"What is so difficult about changing in front of me?" She was becoming more and more frustrated. "As I recall you've never had a problem with it before."
"I know, but look where we are," he said pointing to the tent, "What if someone walks in here?"
"Then it's their loss," she said plainly.
"What would we tell someone if they walked in on us and I was naked?"
"I'd tell them they'd have to wait they're turn," she said smiling wickedly. She was enjoying teasing him.
"I'm serious," he told her sternly.
"So am I."
"Come on Margaret," he was getting tired of this, "Remember what happened that one time? We were in here fooling around and Charles almost walked in on us?"
"That would have been very hard to explain," she said remembering. They had decided to skip the movie that night and ended up with the Swamp all to their selves. One thing led to another and before either one of them knew it they were in a very settling position on his cot. Hawkeye had just gotten her shirt over her head and she was unbuckling his pants when Charles rounded the corner. He was just about to open the door when a nurse called him into post op.
"Yeah, could you imagine going to Colonel Potter and explaining why we were lying on my cot half dressed, kissing?"
"Hmm, that probably wouldn't have been fun," she was looking at the foot of his cot.
"I didn't think so."
"But we didn't get caught," she cut in, "In fact I thought we had a nice time," she said standing up.
"We did didn't we?" He said smiling as she walked up to him and put her arms around his waist.
"Mmmm," she moaned as she reached up and kissed him gently. "But this is different," and with one quick movement she pulled his boxers down.
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It was some time later, after Hawkeye had finally pulled on his trunks and Margaret had changed into her bikini that they walked out to the river's bank. It was one hundred and ten degrees in the sun, so the whole camp decided they'd spend the day by the water. Everyone else was changing or camped out at different spots along the river. BJ and the gang promised they'd be down in a few minutes. This left Hawkeye and Margaret alone for the time being.
They lay under Margaret's huge beach umbrella in beach chairs side by side. Hawkeye was wearing his black swim trunks and sunglasses, perfectly blending with his dark hair. He was reclined in the chair, his left leg hanging over the side. Margaret was bathing in the sunlight trying to tan. She too was wearing a black bikini and relaxing in her chair.
"Baby," she said touching his knee, causing him to open his eyes and lift his head.
"Yes ma'am," he said turning to her. She looked beautiful; her hair was tied up. He loved it when to put it with a clip.
"Would you mind putting sun tan oil on my back?" She asked sweetly holding the bottle out to him.
He lowered his sunglasses to look at her and smiled, "I was hoping you'd ask," he said as he replaced his glasses. He took the bottle from her and stood from his chair. She scooted forward as he straddled her from behind. Hawkeye untied her top and pushed the straps down. He poured the oil into his hand and began to rub it over her back.
"This feels nice," she told him as his hands continued to massage and caress her. She moved her head, giving him better access to her neck. After a few minutes he stopped when he'd rubbed it in.
"Is there any place else you'd like me to do?" He said playfully.
"We'd be here all night if I let you do anymore," she picked up the bottle, "Here switch with me."
"What?"
"You're already beginning to burn, let me put some on you."
"If you want to touch my body just say so," he said replacing her straps and standing up then sitting so she was straddling him. Margaret poured some oil into her hand and began to rub it over his back. "You know we should have gone to the beach while we were in Japan," he commented as her hands went across his broad shoulders.
"You were the one who didn't want to leave the room."
"Did you want to leave?"
"No," she said going over his neck.
"I thought so."
"Turn around," she instructed him as he stood up and sat so they were facing each other.
"No fair, you made me stop after I finished your back," he grumbled as she began to oil his smooth chest.
"Maybe later if you're good."
He frowned, and then sighed, "Well we can just forget about that can't we?"
She stopped rubbing and looked at him, "Why?" He looked so pathetic.
"Because I don't think I can behave that long, you shouldn't be wearing that suit," he looked her up and down, "I swear I won't last if I can't touch you. I'm getting aroused just looking at you."
"Come here," she said pulling his head towards her and kissing him passionately. Her hands went around his neck as his went to her waist.
"Better?" She asked as she pulled away slightly breathless, god he was a good kisser.
"Actually I think you just made it worse," he muttered against her lips. Again he kissed her, this time pulling her down so she was flat against the chair. He positioned himself above her so he was lying directly on top. They were kissing passionately now, hands roaming over the other.
It was then that he heard it, in the distance he could hear voices. Hawkeye broke the kiss and pulled away.
"What's the matter?" She asked bewildered, this was hardly like him to stop mid grope.
"Listen," he told her as the voices neared them. Quickly he sat up and climbed off her and dashed into his own chair. He had just put his sunglasses on when the three men rounded the corner and walked over to them.
"Here's where you two went," BJ said setting his chair beside Hawkeye's, "Sorry we took so long, superficial wound at the last minute."
"That's okay, is he alright?" Hawkeye asked with some concern.
"Oh sure, just a nick on the side of his right thigh. Only took about ten stitches."
"Good."
"I'm going to sit here and read my newspaper," Charles announced as he too sat down, "And then I'm going to take a nice long nap."
"Well I don't know about you, but I'm sweltering," Klinger said taking off his shirt and revealing his hairy back and chest. "Anyone else want to join me for a swim?"
"You must be crazed," Charles grumbled settling into his chair with newspaper in hand.
"I will," Hawkeye said standing up and taking off his glasses.
Margaret watched as he and Klinger walked over to the edge of the river. They stood on the bank, talking about something. Hawkeye dipped his foot into the water; they looked at each other and began talking again.
"What do you suppose they're talking about?" BJ asked as he moved over one and sat in Hawkeye's chair.
"I have no clue," she was just as bewildered. "But whatever it is I don't think it's good."
She turned from BJ to find Hawkeye starring at her with a blank expression. After a few moments he turned back to Klinger.
"Howdy folks, hope you don't mind if we sit here," the voice of Col. Potter boomed behind them. All three of them turned around to see him and the Padre standing with their towels and chairs.
"Of course sir, why don't you set your things down right here," Margaret said gesturing to the spot on the opposite side of her.
"Why thank you Major," he told her while they began setting up their chairs.
"What's everyone looking at?" Father asked as he sat down.
"We think they're planning something," she said to all three of them not taking her gaze off the other two. He really had a nice butt, and those silk trunks really did something for her. She was admiring his backside when the two men finally dove into the water.
Klinger came to the surface almost instantly after jumping in, but there was no sign of Hawkeye. At first the group assumed it was a joke, but quickly changed their minds when they realized Klinger was searching franticly through the water. Margaret began to panic; quickly she jumped from her chair and rushed over to the water's edge. BJ dove in attempting to help Klinger search for his best friend.
Potter and Father walked along the bank looking for any signs of Hawkeye. After three minutes Margaret was desperately trying to hold back tears. What happened if he never came back up? What if he drowned? How would she live with out him? All of a sudden she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and pick her up off the ground. Before she knew it she too was in the water.
She swam to the surface to see him sitting there in the water, smiling madly. At first she was just relieved to see he was okay and wanted to rush over and have him hold her, but quickly she changed her mind and became furious for what he had done.
"Pierce!" She screamed at him, "What the hell do you think you're doing scaring me like that?!"
Hawkeye continued to smile as Klinger laughed hysterically beside them. When they had jumped in Hawkeye had swum downstream and gotten out without the others seeing. He then made his way around and crept up behind Margaret in time to grab hold of her and pull her in.
"We thought something had really happened to you," BJ told him with just as much anger. He was giving both of them a cold look.
"Oh come on it was a joke," Hawkeye said laughing.
"I thought you had drowned," she said tears streaming down her face.
"Pierce I would never have thought you'd do something so stupid. It was a bad joke, a really bad joke," Potter yelled from the bank.
"Listen I'm from Maine, you can't live there and not be a good swimmer."
Margaret gave him a really fierce look as she began to cry harder. Hawkeye wanted to swim over and comfort her, but BJ and the others had already helped her out of the water.
"What are you mad about?" Klinger called, "It was funny."
"That was a really dirty trick," Father yelled back, his face was beginning to turn red, "How could you do something so cruel? Do you have any idea how much you scared her?"
"I don't believe this," Hawkeye said as he splashed the water. "Margaret please don't be angry."
She walked over to her chair and picked up her towel, pretending she didn't hear him.
"It's not my fault I can hold my breath for a long time!" He called as he became aggravated by her silence. Still she refused to say anything. "Do you believe this?" Hawkeye whispered as Klinger neared him.
"Why are they making such a big deal? It was a joke," he pointed out.
Margaret wouldn't even look at him; she went over to her chair and picked up her things. BJ grabbed their chairs as she took the umbrella and began walking back to camp.
"Margaret! Beej!" Hawkeye called as they made their way down the path. She still refused to look at him.
"Damn!" He shouted as they turned the corner and walked out of site.
"Well they have every right to be mad," Potter said picking up his own chair, "I'm really disappointed in you son, do you have any idea how much she cares for you?"
"You should be ashamed of your self!" Father quipped as they too began walking back.
Hawkeye climbed out of the water and picked up his towel. Charles was still sitting there reading his paper.
"Well aren't you going to say something," he snapped.
"Nope."
"Why?"
"Because you always act immature and childish," he was still looking at his paper, "This is nothing new. I don't really think there's anything left to say."
"Gee thanks," he said drying his sopping hair.
Klinger walked up beside him and grabbed his things as well, "Are you coming back major?"
"No, I'm going to sit here and read my paper in peace. Who knows what hell you've just stirred up."
Hawkeye had never felt so bad. He loved Margaret more than anything, he couldn't stand to see her upset, especially at him. Watching her cry nearly broke his heart. If someone had just run him through with a bayonet, the pain would have been a hundred times less. Together they reluctantly made their way back to camp. It was going to be a long night.