'Pssst!' Radar looked around before hissing again. 'Pssst! Izzy!' Izzy woke
up with a jump. She had been dreaming that she had somehow been sucked into
the M*A*S*H TV show.
Wait, that was real.
'Radar? What is it?' she asked, trying to get out of her cot. Finally, she fell to the floor with a loud thump. Radar winced at the noise. He didn't want the nurse on duty to wake up. Luckily, she was a heavy sleeper.
'I need you for a minute,' Radar whispered. Izzy nodded, and pulled on her jacket. Following Radar outside after pulling on her army boots, she shivered. Stupid cold weather.
'What is it?' Izzy asked.
'I need you to fill out this form, Army requirements,' Radar said, thrusting a form under her nose. 'I didn't want anyone to know that you were joining. They'd tell the Colonel and he'd stop you from going.'
'Thanks, Radar,' Izzy said, looking at the form. Name, Mother, Father, Hair, Eyes, Height, Weight, all pretty basic stuff. Izzy suddenly giggled at the memory of an early episode of M*A*S*H. Hawkeye and Trapper were creating a file for a "Captain Tuttle".
'What's so funny?' Radar asked suspiciously.
'Nothing,' Izzy replied. She filled in the form, but was stuck when it came to her parents. Under their names, she printed in bold letters "DECEASED ".
'Is that it?' she asked. Radar nodded.
'It'll be valid before you go, if I pull some strings,' Radar said.
'Will you pull strings?' Izzy asked.
'You betcha,' Radar replied, grinning shyly. 'By the way,' Radar pulled on Izzy's arm as she turned back to the Post op ward. 'I thought you'd like to know Hawkeye asked Potter if you could stay. The answer was no, but Hawkeye still won't accept it.'
'Really?' Izzy asked, touched. Radar nodded.
'I didn't tell him what you're doing though,' Radar added.
'Thanks,' Izzy said gratefully. Potter might get suspicious if Hawkeye stopped pestering him about her. She went back to Post op and was asleep again, fifteen minutes later.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
NB. Please tell me what you want to happen to Izzy. I know that she's going to share a few secrets with some of the people at the 4077, and she'll be helping where she can. Some of her past will be useful a few times to the camp. Please tell me what you think of these ideas, and submit a few of your own if you want. ;)
Oh, and a note to Hawkeyelover2004 if you're reading this, thanks for all the reviews, and "The Black Kat" was my first fic. I had begun to really get into MASH when Frank was replaced by Charles, so I guess I was annoyed with him still to make him an evil character.
Another note to whoever submitted a review about the legal drinking age in America. I know drinking ages in America vary from state to state (They're usually 18 or 21), but assumed back then the legal age would be 21. I'll research my facts a little better next time.
Wait, that was real.
'Radar? What is it?' she asked, trying to get out of her cot. Finally, she fell to the floor with a loud thump. Radar winced at the noise. He didn't want the nurse on duty to wake up. Luckily, she was a heavy sleeper.
'I need you for a minute,' Radar whispered. Izzy nodded, and pulled on her jacket. Following Radar outside after pulling on her army boots, she shivered. Stupid cold weather.
'What is it?' Izzy asked.
'I need you to fill out this form, Army requirements,' Radar said, thrusting a form under her nose. 'I didn't want anyone to know that you were joining. They'd tell the Colonel and he'd stop you from going.'
'Thanks, Radar,' Izzy said, looking at the form. Name, Mother, Father, Hair, Eyes, Height, Weight, all pretty basic stuff. Izzy suddenly giggled at the memory of an early episode of M*A*S*H. Hawkeye and Trapper were creating a file for a "Captain Tuttle".
'What's so funny?' Radar asked suspiciously.
'Nothing,' Izzy replied. She filled in the form, but was stuck when it came to her parents. Under their names, she printed in bold letters "DECEASED ".
'Is that it?' she asked. Radar nodded.
'It'll be valid before you go, if I pull some strings,' Radar said.
'Will you pull strings?' Izzy asked.
'You betcha,' Radar replied, grinning shyly. 'By the way,' Radar pulled on Izzy's arm as she turned back to the Post op ward. 'I thought you'd like to know Hawkeye asked Potter if you could stay. The answer was no, but Hawkeye still won't accept it.'
'Really?' Izzy asked, touched. Radar nodded.
'I didn't tell him what you're doing though,' Radar added.
'Thanks,' Izzy said gratefully. Potter might get suspicious if Hawkeye stopped pestering him about her. She went back to Post op and was asleep again, fifteen minutes later.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
NB. Please tell me what you want to happen to Izzy. I know that she's going to share a few secrets with some of the people at the 4077, and she'll be helping where she can. Some of her past will be useful a few times to the camp. Please tell me what you think of these ideas, and submit a few of your own if you want. ;)
Oh, and a note to Hawkeyelover2004 if you're reading this, thanks for all the reviews, and "The Black Kat" was my first fic. I had begun to really get into MASH when Frank was replaced by Charles, so I guess I was annoyed with him still to make him an evil character.
Another note to whoever submitted a review about the legal drinking age in America. I know drinking ages in America vary from state to state (They're usually 18 or 21), but assumed back then the legal age would be 21. I'll research my facts a little better next time.