'Uh, Colonel, are you sure this is a good idea?' Hawkeye asked nervously.

'Sure it is,' Potter replied confidently. He handed the gun to Klinger. 'Now, point it at Frank.' Frank, on the far wall, whimpered. 'We all know Klinger's a good kid, and he'd never hurt. . . uh, kill anyone intentionally. This'll prove to him that he is exactly that,' Potter explained.

Klinger wasn't so sure. With the gun in his hands, the one he was so familiar with, loaded, and Frank, just a few meters in front of him, it was just so hard. Klinger lifted the gun up and lined up his sights. The end of the gun suddenly dropped to the ground.

'I can't do it,' Klinger told them.

'Hallelujah! I knew he didn't have it in him! No offence, Klinger,' Potter said to Klinger.

'None taken. I'm happy I know I can't kill the most hated man in this or any other army,' Klinger replied.

'What do you mean, most hated man in this or any other army?' Frank demanded.

'I owe you ten dollars,' Klinger heard Hawkeye whisper to BJ.