~*~Me. Don't. Own. M*A*S*H! (~*~ Ok I know I said this was complete but you
all seem to like it soo much that I decided to write another~*~
You know what he calls me? His Mill Valley Lifeline. I feel more like a fisherwoman trying to reel back in her fish. Maybe that's too harsh. I know its not his fault he's in Korea, but still.
Sometimes I go and watch Erin sleep. Then I think about B.J and I wonder what he's doing right now. I always imagine him sat on his cot writing letters or laughing with Hawkeye. I don't like thinking of him in danger.
He thinks I can't tell that he's misreble, his letters are (mostly) upbeat, but I know, I read between the lines (see I knew English lessons were good for something). I have to write back and for his sake I keep my letters upbeat too.
Sometimes in the night I wake up after rolling onto his side of the bed. Mind you the extra space is nice, I might make him sleep on the floor when he comes back.
Erin-bless her has no idea what shes missing out on. I show her pictures of B.J in the hope she'll know who he is. It nearly killed me when she took her first steps and said her first word and he wasn't there to see it. It's something that'll never happen again, he's missed it, it's gone.
I had a nightmare that he had an affair last night. I must admit though it is tempting to seek comfort elsewhere when you've been alone so long. If he did ever cheat on me I suppose I would be able to forgive him-eventually. But I'd never trust him again.
All I have to hope is that he comes back in one piece, still my B.J with that dodgy sense of humour and practical jokes galore. I know though life'll never be the same again, he wont be the same B.J he was when he left, I can already tell the changes from his letters.
But I'm strong, I'll cope.I've got no choice.
~*~I thought that hardly anyone gives the point of view of family back home so hence this bit of Pegs POV. Right its definitely finished now. No more. I wont write anymore.
You know what he calls me? His Mill Valley Lifeline. I feel more like a fisherwoman trying to reel back in her fish. Maybe that's too harsh. I know its not his fault he's in Korea, but still.
Sometimes I go and watch Erin sleep. Then I think about B.J and I wonder what he's doing right now. I always imagine him sat on his cot writing letters or laughing with Hawkeye. I don't like thinking of him in danger.
He thinks I can't tell that he's misreble, his letters are (mostly) upbeat, but I know, I read between the lines (see I knew English lessons were good for something). I have to write back and for his sake I keep my letters upbeat too.
Sometimes in the night I wake up after rolling onto his side of the bed. Mind you the extra space is nice, I might make him sleep on the floor when he comes back.
Erin-bless her has no idea what shes missing out on. I show her pictures of B.J in the hope she'll know who he is. It nearly killed me when she took her first steps and said her first word and he wasn't there to see it. It's something that'll never happen again, he's missed it, it's gone.
I had a nightmare that he had an affair last night. I must admit though it is tempting to seek comfort elsewhere when you've been alone so long. If he did ever cheat on me I suppose I would be able to forgive him-eventually. But I'd never trust him again.
All I have to hope is that he comes back in one piece, still my B.J with that dodgy sense of humour and practical jokes galore. I know though life'll never be the same again, he wont be the same B.J he was when he left, I can already tell the changes from his letters.
But I'm strong, I'll cope.I've got no choice.
~*~I thought that hardly anyone gives the point of view of family back home so hence this bit of Pegs POV. Right its definitely finished now. No more. I wont write anymore.