'Mail call,' Radar said, coming into the Swamp. Hawkeye and Trapper looked
up expectantly.
'Whatcha got for us, Radar?' Trapper asked.
'Let's see. a letter from Crab Apple cove,' Radar said, handing an envelope to Hawkeye.
'Hurry up,' Trapper said irritably as Radar flicked through the small stack of letters.
'And a letter from your wife,' Radar finally found what he was looking for and handed it to Trapper. 'Sirs, I've been watching Alex closely, like you asked,' Radar began.
'Ah, don't worry about that any more. She's fine,' Hawkeye said, waving a hand at him as he scanned the letter his father had sent him.
'She's not, Hawkeye,' Radar said. Hawkeye and Trapper looked up from their mail.
'What do you mean, she's not? She's not what?' Trapper asked. Radar took a deep breath.
'She's not fine. She hasn't had a full meal since that day with the Koreans,' he told them. Hawkeye and Trapper glanced at each other.
'What about in Tokyo? She could have eaten then,' Hawkeye asked. Radar shook his head.
'I had a man follow her. She didn't eat in Tokyo, just went to a couple of bars,' he told them. Hawkeye and Trapper stood up together.
'I told her missing meals isn't good for her,' Trapper said.
'What's she trying to do, get through the war on martini's alone?' Hawkeye asked at the same time.
'I'll go find her,' Radar said as both opened their mouths to shout at him. He ran out of the tent, in search for Alex.
'I hate it when he does that,' Hawkeye said to Trapper.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Is lieutenant Dustin in there?' Radar asked a nurse coming out of the nurse's showers.
'You mean Alex? Nah, no one's seen her since lunch,' the nurse replied.
'Rats,' Radar said, and he headed towards the nurse's tents again, hoping Alex would be there this time.
'Look, we'll tell Alex you're looking for her if you'll stay away from our tent!' a nurse exploded when radar stuck his head in. 'This is the fifth time you've been in here looking for her!' Radar made a hasty retreat, and saw Klinger pacing the camp, gun resting on his shoulder.
'Klinger, have you seen Alex recently?' Radar asked.
'I saw her at lunch. Recent enough?' Klinger asked, watching Radar carefully with his dark eyes.
'No. If you see her around, tell her Hawkeye and Trapper are looking for her,' Radar replied. Klinger nodded and continued his prowl. Radar checked the mess tent, the kitchen, Henry's office, the supply room, Pre-op, and everywhere else he could think of, even the latrines. Alex was no-where to be found. Head down, Radar went back to the Swamp.
'No sign of her,' he told them.
'I hope she's ok,' Hawkeye said worriedly.
'She might have blacked out somewhere,' Trapper suggested.
'Well, she's not in camp,' Radar told them. Both men groaned.
'She could be anywhere!' Hawkeye exclaimed.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
In fact, Alex was hiding in the back of the supply tent. She'd heard Radar come in and call her, but hadn't answered. She felt guilty about lying to Klinger, Hawkeye and Trapper, but she was choosing not to eat for a reason. It had been a great strain on Alex to go hostage again, and remember the blood of someone she knew. Three days in Tokyo talking to some quack psychiatrist might get rid of the hate that had grown in her chest, but it wouldn't lessen the sick feeling in her stomach that made her feel like she was going to spew up every time she ate. That would take something else.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Supply room, Frank,' Margaret whispered to Frank as she passed him in the compound. Frank grinned and nodded. He may have a hangover, but Margaret was a great cure for headaches. He wandered down by himself, five minutes after Margaret had suggested it to him and went in. Margaret came in a few minutes later, and they embraced.
'Excuse me, are you two ok?' Alex asked in an annoyed tone from the spare cot in the supplies tent. Margaret and Frank jumped apart.
'Alex! What are you doing? Get out!' Margaret yelled. Frank flinched at every word.
'I have every right to be in here,' Alex replied coolly. Suddenly, she felt sick. Margaret and Frank were doing the same sort of this she and Andy did when he was alive. Alex turned and the sick feeling slowly went away.
'Alex, are you ok?' Margaret was asking softly.
'I'm fine,' Alex said for what seemed the fifth time that day. 'Why does everyone ask me that?' She yelled the question as loud as she could, making Frank flinch again.
'You do look a little sick,' Frank admitted. Alex got up disgustedly.
'Have the supply tent. Do what you want in here. Just don't talk to me,' she said angrily. She walked out, and went to Father Mulchay's tent. Father Mulchay was inside, reading from a bible.
'Oh, hello, Alex,' he said. 'It's nice to finally meet you properly.'
'Father Mulchay, is it alright if I just sit in here quietly? I don't want anyone to know, though,' Alex said.
'Of course. You may stay here for as long as you want,' Father Mulchay said. He began talking to Alex cheerfully, but Alex's mind was else where.
'Whatcha got for us, Radar?' Trapper asked.
'Let's see. a letter from Crab Apple cove,' Radar said, handing an envelope to Hawkeye.
'Hurry up,' Trapper said irritably as Radar flicked through the small stack of letters.
'And a letter from your wife,' Radar finally found what he was looking for and handed it to Trapper. 'Sirs, I've been watching Alex closely, like you asked,' Radar began.
'Ah, don't worry about that any more. She's fine,' Hawkeye said, waving a hand at him as he scanned the letter his father had sent him.
'She's not, Hawkeye,' Radar said. Hawkeye and Trapper looked up from their mail.
'What do you mean, she's not? She's not what?' Trapper asked. Radar took a deep breath.
'She's not fine. She hasn't had a full meal since that day with the Koreans,' he told them. Hawkeye and Trapper glanced at each other.
'What about in Tokyo? She could have eaten then,' Hawkeye asked. Radar shook his head.
'I had a man follow her. She didn't eat in Tokyo, just went to a couple of bars,' he told them. Hawkeye and Trapper stood up together.
'I told her missing meals isn't good for her,' Trapper said.
'What's she trying to do, get through the war on martini's alone?' Hawkeye asked at the same time.
'I'll go find her,' Radar said as both opened their mouths to shout at him. He ran out of the tent, in search for Alex.
'I hate it when he does that,' Hawkeye said to Trapper.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Is lieutenant Dustin in there?' Radar asked a nurse coming out of the nurse's showers.
'You mean Alex? Nah, no one's seen her since lunch,' the nurse replied.
'Rats,' Radar said, and he headed towards the nurse's tents again, hoping Alex would be there this time.
'Look, we'll tell Alex you're looking for her if you'll stay away from our tent!' a nurse exploded when radar stuck his head in. 'This is the fifth time you've been in here looking for her!' Radar made a hasty retreat, and saw Klinger pacing the camp, gun resting on his shoulder.
'Klinger, have you seen Alex recently?' Radar asked.
'I saw her at lunch. Recent enough?' Klinger asked, watching Radar carefully with his dark eyes.
'No. If you see her around, tell her Hawkeye and Trapper are looking for her,' Radar replied. Klinger nodded and continued his prowl. Radar checked the mess tent, the kitchen, Henry's office, the supply room, Pre-op, and everywhere else he could think of, even the latrines. Alex was no-where to be found. Head down, Radar went back to the Swamp.
'No sign of her,' he told them.
'I hope she's ok,' Hawkeye said worriedly.
'She might have blacked out somewhere,' Trapper suggested.
'Well, she's not in camp,' Radar told them. Both men groaned.
'She could be anywhere!' Hawkeye exclaimed.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
In fact, Alex was hiding in the back of the supply tent. She'd heard Radar come in and call her, but hadn't answered. She felt guilty about lying to Klinger, Hawkeye and Trapper, but she was choosing not to eat for a reason. It had been a great strain on Alex to go hostage again, and remember the blood of someone she knew. Three days in Tokyo talking to some quack psychiatrist might get rid of the hate that had grown in her chest, but it wouldn't lessen the sick feeling in her stomach that made her feel like she was going to spew up every time she ate. That would take something else.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Supply room, Frank,' Margaret whispered to Frank as she passed him in the compound. Frank grinned and nodded. He may have a hangover, but Margaret was a great cure for headaches. He wandered down by himself, five minutes after Margaret had suggested it to him and went in. Margaret came in a few minutes later, and they embraced.
'Excuse me, are you two ok?' Alex asked in an annoyed tone from the spare cot in the supplies tent. Margaret and Frank jumped apart.
'Alex! What are you doing? Get out!' Margaret yelled. Frank flinched at every word.
'I have every right to be in here,' Alex replied coolly. Suddenly, she felt sick. Margaret and Frank were doing the same sort of this she and Andy did when he was alive. Alex turned and the sick feeling slowly went away.
'Alex, are you ok?' Margaret was asking softly.
'I'm fine,' Alex said for what seemed the fifth time that day. 'Why does everyone ask me that?' She yelled the question as loud as she could, making Frank flinch again.
'You do look a little sick,' Frank admitted. Alex got up disgustedly.
'Have the supply tent. Do what you want in here. Just don't talk to me,' she said angrily. She walked out, and went to Father Mulchay's tent. Father Mulchay was inside, reading from a bible.
'Oh, hello, Alex,' he said. 'It's nice to finally meet you properly.'
'Father Mulchay, is it alright if I just sit in here quietly? I don't want anyone to know, though,' Alex said.
'Of course. You may stay here for as long as you want,' Father Mulchay said. He began talking to Alex cheerfully, but Alex's mind was else where.