"You're it"
It had been a perfect day. There wasn't any show of a war, there wasn't a smell of blood or death,
it was as though nature had decided enough was enough, got rid of everything that could've been
related to the war in anyway and left us with a warm sunny day. If we hadn't been in the middle
of a war, everything would've been perfect.
We were like a buch of kids at summercamp, feeling homesick but having some fun, something
that didn't happen a lot here, the having fun part.
There hadn't been wounded for about 3 days and there weren't any planned for at least
another 2 so most of our time was spent trying to have some fun. On the third day, the warmest and
sunniest of all three we were playing silly games like hide and seek and tick. We'd been playing tick for a while
and Hawkeye was it. For some reason he had it out for me and chasted me all round camp. He finally caught up with
me, grabbed me and we both fell down. He was lying right on top of me and as we stared in each others eyes the whole
world around us disapeared. If it hadn't been Hawkeye lying on top of me, but a nurse, or Peg, I would've kissed him.
Suddenly Hawkeye leaned in but at that point Radar announced choppers so we quickly got up
and went to work. I still heard Hawkeye curse under his breath.
During the time operating I tried to go over what had happened. But I couldn't make any sense
of it. Why on earth would I want to kiss Hawkeye. I'm a married man, a happily married man.
As the time in Or passed and more and more wounded came in my mind was in a million places
::Do I love Hawkeye?::
::Have I taken all the shrapnel out?::
::Why would I want to kiss Hawkeye?::
::Is this the 30th patient? Or the 300?::
::Why would I want Hawkeye to kiss me?::
::Clamp, I need a clamp::
"Nurse, clamp"
::How many wounded would there still be out there?::
"there's are the last, sir. No more after this."
::Radar, dammit, what else did he hear me think. Was I thinking it? No one's looking weird::
::I was probably going to ask it and Radar just knew before I did::
Finally after an endless time in Or we dragged our selves back to the Swamp. Charles went
to the Officers club so we were alone. we were both sitting on Hawkeye's bunk, shoulders touching with a drink in our hand.
"earlier..."
"when?"
"before, the uh, wounded came"
"seems so long ago"
"it's been a couple of days''
"but when you caught me, were you, uhm...""
"was I what?"
"if no one else had been around, would you've..."
"would I what?"
"never mind."
"ok."
"Am I it, now?"
"What?"
"you caught me, then the wounded came, so am I it now?"
"oh, you're it, Beej, you'll always be it. You are definitly it."
It had been a perfect day. There wasn't any show of a war, there wasn't a smell of blood or death,
it was as though nature had decided enough was enough, got rid of everything that could've been
related to the war in anyway and left us with a warm sunny day. If we hadn't been in the middle
of a war, everything would've been perfect.
We were like a buch of kids at summercamp, feeling homesick but having some fun, something
that didn't happen a lot here, the having fun part.
There hadn't been wounded for about 3 days and there weren't any planned for at least
another 2 so most of our time was spent trying to have some fun. On the third day, the warmest and
sunniest of all three we were playing silly games like hide and seek and tick. We'd been playing tick for a while
and Hawkeye was it. For some reason he had it out for me and chasted me all round camp. He finally caught up with
me, grabbed me and we both fell down. He was lying right on top of me and as we stared in each others eyes the whole
world around us disapeared. If it hadn't been Hawkeye lying on top of me, but a nurse, or Peg, I would've kissed him.
Suddenly Hawkeye leaned in but at that point Radar announced choppers so we quickly got up
and went to work. I still heard Hawkeye curse under his breath.
During the time operating I tried to go over what had happened. But I couldn't make any sense
of it. Why on earth would I want to kiss Hawkeye. I'm a married man, a happily married man.
As the time in Or passed and more and more wounded came in my mind was in a million places
::Do I love Hawkeye?::
::Have I taken all the shrapnel out?::
::Why would I want to kiss Hawkeye?::
::Is this the 30th patient? Or the 300?::
::Why would I want Hawkeye to kiss me?::
::Clamp, I need a clamp::
"Nurse, clamp"
::How many wounded would there still be out there?::
"there's are the last, sir. No more after this."
::Radar, dammit, what else did he hear me think. Was I thinking it? No one's looking weird::
::I was probably going to ask it and Radar just knew before I did::
Finally after an endless time in Or we dragged our selves back to the Swamp. Charles went
to the Officers club so we were alone. we were both sitting on Hawkeye's bunk, shoulders touching with a drink in our hand.
"earlier..."
"when?"
"before, the uh, wounded came"
"seems so long ago"
"it's been a couple of days''
"but when you caught me, were you, uhm...""
"was I what?"
"if no one else had been around, would you've..."
"would I what?"
"never mind."
"ok."
"Am I it, now?"
"What?"
"you caught me, then the wounded came, so am I it now?"
"oh, you're it, Beej, you'll always be it. You are definitly it."