OH4H: Well boys and girls here's a little one shot story for ya. Just a
little flower that grew from my brain...enjoy.
Disclaimer: Don't own M*A*S*H or it's characters. Don't get any money from this. Don't sue.
When Memories Find You
He sits in the old armchair by the window. For the first time since the war ended, he took a bullet from human flesh. Harsh words an affair and a drunk was all it took. He thinks back to that dark time.
The blood. The pain. The fear. But he remembers the good times too. The pranks. The jokes. The closeness. It's funny really how he came to love everyone in the camp. Once in awhile he even misses old Ferret Face, not the person, but the target. The challenge, well maybe challenge isn't the right word. The pure fun of tricking Frank, and ticking off Margaret.
Margaret, the woman who antagonized him, drove him crazy, made him incredulous! The woman he married. He thinks of the absurdity of it. He, the crazy prankster, never serious, raven-haired doctor, married Hot Lips Houlihan.
It's ridiculous really, he hated the war, hated the mess tent food, hated the army, hated death. Now he hates war, the army, and death. But misses the daily jabs at the food from the mess tent and joking about what exactly had been used to make the slop. It's quite ridiculous, Frank annoyed him, Charles annoyed him, Margaret annoyed him to almost the point of hate. And now he misses pulling pranks on Frank, wonders how Charles is doing and loves Margaret.
He thinks about all these things, thinks of how strange and wonderful everything became. And for the first time all day, he laughs.
Disclaimer: Don't own M*A*S*H or it's characters. Don't get any money from this. Don't sue.
When Memories Find You
He sits in the old armchair by the window. For the first time since the war ended, he took a bullet from human flesh. Harsh words an affair and a drunk was all it took. He thinks back to that dark time.
The blood. The pain. The fear. But he remembers the good times too. The pranks. The jokes. The closeness. It's funny really how he came to love everyone in the camp. Once in awhile he even misses old Ferret Face, not the person, but the target. The challenge, well maybe challenge isn't the right word. The pure fun of tricking Frank, and ticking off Margaret.
Margaret, the woman who antagonized him, drove him crazy, made him incredulous! The woman he married. He thinks of the absurdity of it. He, the crazy prankster, never serious, raven-haired doctor, married Hot Lips Houlihan.
It's ridiculous really, he hated the war, hated the mess tent food, hated the army, hated death. Now he hates war, the army, and death. But misses the daily jabs at the food from the mess tent and joking about what exactly had been used to make the slop. It's quite ridiculous, Frank annoyed him, Charles annoyed him, Margaret annoyed him to almost the point of hate. And now he misses pulling pranks on Frank, wonders how Charles is doing and loves Margaret.
He thinks about all these things, thinks of how strange and wonderful everything became. And for the first time all day, he laughs.