Author Note: I realize that this is rather a short story (however, if I may
add, complete). I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the 4077.
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He was going home. Finally. He was going to be leaving Mash 4077 - and that horrid war - behind forever. He hated it all. Too much blood...too much pain. He was sick of it all: he had done his share and, at last, he was going home. However, a new feeling had rushed over the tired man as he began to board the plane for home. A feeling unlike any other ever known before: gratitude. If it hadn't been for those people in MASH 4077, he would have never left there sane. He could have just imagined Sydney dragging him away in a 'fitted' jacket, asking pointless questions over and over again. The very thought made him laugh.
But now... his wife and kids - that was all that mattered now. He had been stuck in that unit far too long, sewing up men who were really still kids in disguise. He swore he would never go back to Korea again. Meatball surgery. The words formed on his lips and upon his tongue, yet all he could do was shudder. Never again. Never...
His thoughts began to drift as the plane took off towards home: he could still remember the people who lived with him all that time in Korea.
Hawkeye - what could he say about him? The man was an idiot and yet, in a way, a life saver. And, despite the drunkenness, the foul moods and the lost hands at poker...it wouldn't have been the same with him.
Klinger...he really should have been given a medal. He didn't know anyone else who was so determined to get out of the army by wearing a dress. In the words of Hawkeye, "even his mother would have been proud."
Margaret...somewhere inside a loving woman smiled. He saw that when he left...
And then there was...
His thoughts were beginning to drift again.
What had he been thinking?
His wife and kids: that's all that mattered now. The letters from home, the phone calls, the plans. He knew he would see them all soon. Tears swelled up in his eyes at the very thought of holding his wife in his arms again - to step into his own house and sit in his own chair - to take a hot shower and never again go back to Korea. To say 'I love you' to his wife and kiss her gentle lips. To go out with his family and chatter about the weather with his neighbors...that was all that mattered.
His throat began to choke up as the thoughts of home raced into his mind. He no longer thought about anything else - not even the people of 4077 could penetrate his thoughts. He had said his final goodbye, he had boarded his final plane out of Korea, and now he would finally be heading home.
Home.
He couldn't wait to go home...
To think that he, Henry Blake, would never see home again.
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The End
Author Note: So, what did you all think of it? I know, it wasn't a happily- ever after story. I guess that's why I wrote it. That's....war.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the 4077.
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He was going home. Finally. He was going to be leaving Mash 4077 - and that horrid war - behind forever. He hated it all. Too much blood...too much pain. He was sick of it all: he had done his share and, at last, he was going home. However, a new feeling had rushed over the tired man as he began to board the plane for home. A feeling unlike any other ever known before: gratitude. If it hadn't been for those people in MASH 4077, he would have never left there sane. He could have just imagined Sydney dragging him away in a 'fitted' jacket, asking pointless questions over and over again. The very thought made him laugh.
But now... his wife and kids - that was all that mattered now. He had been stuck in that unit far too long, sewing up men who were really still kids in disguise. He swore he would never go back to Korea again. Meatball surgery. The words formed on his lips and upon his tongue, yet all he could do was shudder. Never again. Never...
His thoughts began to drift as the plane took off towards home: he could still remember the people who lived with him all that time in Korea.
Hawkeye - what could he say about him? The man was an idiot and yet, in a way, a life saver. And, despite the drunkenness, the foul moods and the lost hands at poker...it wouldn't have been the same with him.
Klinger...he really should have been given a medal. He didn't know anyone else who was so determined to get out of the army by wearing a dress. In the words of Hawkeye, "even his mother would have been proud."
Margaret...somewhere inside a loving woman smiled. He saw that when he left...
And then there was...
His thoughts were beginning to drift again.
What had he been thinking?
His wife and kids: that's all that mattered now. The letters from home, the phone calls, the plans. He knew he would see them all soon. Tears swelled up in his eyes at the very thought of holding his wife in his arms again - to step into his own house and sit in his own chair - to take a hot shower and never again go back to Korea. To say 'I love you' to his wife and kiss her gentle lips. To go out with his family and chatter about the weather with his neighbors...that was all that mattered.
His throat began to choke up as the thoughts of home raced into his mind. He no longer thought about anything else - not even the people of 4077 could penetrate his thoughts. He had said his final goodbye, he had boarded his final plane out of Korea, and now he would finally be heading home.
Home.
He couldn't wait to go home...
To think that he, Henry Blake, would never see home again.
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The End
Author Note: So, what did you all think of it? I know, it wasn't a happily- ever after story. I guess that's why I wrote it. That's....war.