Klinger was in for a few more close calls before he successfully became AWOL. For instance, several checkpoints were stationed near precarious potholes in the road, and he had to roll in the opposite direction every time one was hit so that he didn't fly off the back.
And the driver didn't miss one of them.
A guard had to perform a search on the truck due to a recent Penicillin crimewave. Thankfully he overlooked Klinger's still form, as it was a hot day and all he wanted to do was get back to his jeep.
"Welcome to the 121st evac!" The driver cried as his truck ground to a halt. Klinger's mouth fell open and his breath caught in his throat. His 'ingenious plan' ended at simply making it out of the camp! What was he going to do now?
"Hey, did you hear?"
"No, what?"
"The shelling's headed this way! We're not staying!"
"Where are we going?"
"Nobody knows yet!"
Was it Klinger's Day Of Miracles, or what? The truck bed shuddered beneath him and he kept an ear out for any word as they rumbled along the South Korean roads once more. It was an uneventful, and for Klinger unsure ride. Suddenly he heard "What? We're being shipped to Seoul? Wow!"
In Seoul was the airport... and in the airport was freedom!