'I don't think it's a good idea to give her a gun. She's only eighteen,'
Hawkeye said.
'I want to pull my weight around camp. What would be the point of me if I couldn't help?' Izzy argued. Izzy had said she'd try her hand at guard duty with Klinger, but Hawkeye was against it.
'I'll look after her, sir, I promise,' Klinger said. 'First sign of danger and I'll put her in the nearest tent, outta harm's way.' Hawkeye still looked reluctant.
'I want you to report to me every two hours, wake me up if I'm asleep, or BJ,' he said to Izzy. The girl nodded.
'I will,' she promised. Hawkeye walked back to the Swamp, and Klinger got two guns out from the gun safe. He handed Izzy a rifle, and then checked his own.
'Make sure it's working properly, and keep the safety on,' he instructed. He showed Izzy the basics of the gun, but Izzy didn't need to be told. Her ex boyfriend had signed her up at a gun club, and she was able to use about three different types of guns, rifle being one of them.
'Now,' Klinger said, 'we walk around the compound, stopping everyone we see and we ask for the password. It's "Australia" tonight.' Izzy grinned. Everyone seemed happy she was staying in camp, except for the two majors.
'Got it,' Izzy said. The two walked around the compound for a while, when Klinger glanced at his watch.
'You're ten minutes late for telling Hawkeye you're ok,' he said. Izzy ran to the Swamp quickly and opened the door. As soon as he saw her, Hawkeye leapt up from his cot.
'I was worried,' he said, checking her over.
'I'm fine, stop worrying,' Izzy said. The way Hawkeye worried over her like a mother annoyed Izzy, but it flattered her as well. She left and Hawkeye settled back on his cot. His nerves were shot, the martini's didn't seem to be helping at all. Suddenly, there was a gun shot. He leapt up again, spilling martini all over the floor, and he ran outside. Klinger was standing by the showers, looking pale, smoke spiraling up from the end of his gun. Izzy was on the ground, twenty metres away and holding her side.
'It's not what it looks like,' Klinger began.
'She better be alright, for your sake,' Hawkeye growled.
'It wasn't Klinger,' Izzy said, gasping. 'There was a man, he cut my side, Klinger scared him away.' Together, Klinger and Hawkeye helped Izzy to pre op. Hawkeye lifted her shirt a little to see the blood flowing from her side.
'Is she gonna be ok?' Klinger asked worriedly. He still looked pale.
'It's minor. Good thing you were there, and sorry about threatening you,' Hawkeye said. Klinger shrugged. He was used to threats. He got them from Major Houlihan, and Major Burns all the time, not to mention the ones from the Colonel.
'I gotta get back to guard duty. Take care of her, Hawkeye,' Klinger said, swinging his gun onto his shoulder. He left, and Izzy looked down at her side. The blood made her feel sick and frightened.
'Who'd want to kill me?' she asked Hawkeye, her brown eyes wide with fear.
'I want to pull my weight around camp. What would be the point of me if I couldn't help?' Izzy argued. Izzy had said she'd try her hand at guard duty with Klinger, but Hawkeye was against it.
'I'll look after her, sir, I promise,' Klinger said. 'First sign of danger and I'll put her in the nearest tent, outta harm's way.' Hawkeye still looked reluctant.
'I want you to report to me every two hours, wake me up if I'm asleep, or BJ,' he said to Izzy. The girl nodded.
'I will,' she promised. Hawkeye walked back to the Swamp, and Klinger got two guns out from the gun safe. He handed Izzy a rifle, and then checked his own.
'Make sure it's working properly, and keep the safety on,' he instructed. He showed Izzy the basics of the gun, but Izzy didn't need to be told. Her ex boyfriend had signed her up at a gun club, and she was able to use about three different types of guns, rifle being one of them.
'Now,' Klinger said, 'we walk around the compound, stopping everyone we see and we ask for the password. It's "Australia" tonight.' Izzy grinned. Everyone seemed happy she was staying in camp, except for the two majors.
'Got it,' Izzy said. The two walked around the compound for a while, when Klinger glanced at his watch.
'You're ten minutes late for telling Hawkeye you're ok,' he said. Izzy ran to the Swamp quickly and opened the door. As soon as he saw her, Hawkeye leapt up from his cot.
'I was worried,' he said, checking her over.
'I'm fine, stop worrying,' Izzy said. The way Hawkeye worried over her like a mother annoyed Izzy, but it flattered her as well. She left and Hawkeye settled back on his cot. His nerves were shot, the martini's didn't seem to be helping at all. Suddenly, there was a gun shot. He leapt up again, spilling martini all over the floor, and he ran outside. Klinger was standing by the showers, looking pale, smoke spiraling up from the end of his gun. Izzy was on the ground, twenty metres away and holding her side.
'It's not what it looks like,' Klinger began.
'She better be alright, for your sake,' Hawkeye growled.
'It wasn't Klinger,' Izzy said, gasping. 'There was a man, he cut my side, Klinger scared him away.' Together, Klinger and Hawkeye helped Izzy to pre op. Hawkeye lifted her shirt a little to see the blood flowing from her side.
'Is she gonna be ok?' Klinger asked worriedly. He still looked pale.
'It's minor. Good thing you were there, and sorry about threatening you,' Hawkeye said. Klinger shrugged. He was used to threats. He got them from Major Houlihan, and Major Burns all the time, not to mention the ones from the Colonel.
'I gotta get back to guard duty. Take care of her, Hawkeye,' Klinger said, swinging his gun onto his shoulder. He left, and Izzy looked down at her side. The blood made her feel sick and frightened.
'Who'd want to kill me?' she asked Hawkeye, her brown eyes wide with fear.