'Why am I always the one to be company clerk when Radar goes on leave?'
Klinger muttered angrily to himself.
'Hey, Klinger. Don't you like office work?' Izzy asked, sitting on Radar's desk.
'No. It gives me no spare time to make my dresses,' Klinger said, adjusting an earring.
'KLINGER!' Potter yelled from his office.
'Yes, sir?' Klinger poked his head through the double doors and Izzy leant forward to listen.
'We're out of hydrocortisone. Why aren't you ordering in any more?' Potter demanded.
'No one will send us any,' Klinger tried to explain.
'Well, you'd better get some!' Potter yelled. Klinger opened his mouth to argue, but Izzy tapped him on the shoulder.
'Where do you get your supplies?' she asked.
'A base near Seoul. Why?' Klinger asked.
'Take me there, and I'll get us the hydro-whatever-it-is,' Izzy said.
'How?' Klinger was suspicious. Izzy waved her fingers in front of Klinger's face.
'I used these to keep me alive for three years. Now it's going to keep someone else alive,' Izzy said. Klinger got the idea and looked worried.
'You shouldn't be stealing,' he said.
'When someone's life is in danger, does it matter?' Izzy asked.
'I guess not,' Klinger replied.
'Come on, get us some couple day passes and get into uniform,' Izzy instructed. She turned and walked out of the tent. Klinger shook his head, but did as he was told. First, the passes.
'Permission to collect hydrocortisone myself, sir!' Klinger yelled, saluting. Potter looked up.
'Fine,' he said.
'I'll need two passes, Private Parker had offered to help,' Klinger said. Potter nodded, his head bent so his nose was only a few centimeters from his page.
'Go get some forms then,' he said. Klinger couldn't believe how easy it was to get the passes. He came back with the forms, and Potter initialed them quickly.
'Dismissed,' Potter said as Klinger ran out. The old man looked up. He had a thoughtful gleam in his eye. He had heard Izzy telling Klinger she could steal the medical supplies, and though stealing was wrong, Izzy was right. If it saved lives, what did it matter?
Klinger ran towards his tent. Over near the motor pool, he could see Izzy talking to Rizzo. She was obviously asking for a jeep. He quickly got changed out of the purple dress he had on and into uniform, then went over to where Izzy was still arguing with Rizzo.
'Come on, we have to use the jeep!' Izzy said.
'How do I know you're not going to use it to get Klinger outta here? I don't want to get in trouble because I supplied the get away jeep,' Rizzo said. Klinger flashed the two passes in front of him.
'Proof enough?' he asked. Rizzo passed a set of keys to Klinger, and he and Izzy got into a jeep. They drove off, towards Seoul. BJ and Hawkeye came out of Post op.
'Where are those two heading?' BJ wondered out loud to Hawkeye.
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PS. Happy New Years!
'Hey, Klinger. Don't you like office work?' Izzy asked, sitting on Radar's desk.
'No. It gives me no spare time to make my dresses,' Klinger said, adjusting an earring.
'KLINGER!' Potter yelled from his office.
'Yes, sir?' Klinger poked his head through the double doors and Izzy leant forward to listen.
'We're out of hydrocortisone. Why aren't you ordering in any more?' Potter demanded.
'No one will send us any,' Klinger tried to explain.
'Well, you'd better get some!' Potter yelled. Klinger opened his mouth to argue, but Izzy tapped him on the shoulder.
'Where do you get your supplies?' she asked.
'A base near Seoul. Why?' Klinger asked.
'Take me there, and I'll get us the hydro-whatever-it-is,' Izzy said.
'How?' Klinger was suspicious. Izzy waved her fingers in front of Klinger's face.
'I used these to keep me alive for three years. Now it's going to keep someone else alive,' Izzy said. Klinger got the idea and looked worried.
'You shouldn't be stealing,' he said.
'When someone's life is in danger, does it matter?' Izzy asked.
'I guess not,' Klinger replied.
'Come on, get us some couple day passes and get into uniform,' Izzy instructed. She turned and walked out of the tent. Klinger shook his head, but did as he was told. First, the passes.
'Permission to collect hydrocortisone myself, sir!' Klinger yelled, saluting. Potter looked up.
'Fine,' he said.
'I'll need two passes, Private Parker had offered to help,' Klinger said. Potter nodded, his head bent so his nose was only a few centimeters from his page.
'Go get some forms then,' he said. Klinger couldn't believe how easy it was to get the passes. He came back with the forms, and Potter initialed them quickly.
'Dismissed,' Potter said as Klinger ran out. The old man looked up. He had a thoughtful gleam in his eye. He had heard Izzy telling Klinger she could steal the medical supplies, and though stealing was wrong, Izzy was right. If it saved lives, what did it matter?
Klinger ran towards his tent. Over near the motor pool, he could see Izzy talking to Rizzo. She was obviously asking for a jeep. He quickly got changed out of the purple dress he had on and into uniform, then went over to where Izzy was still arguing with Rizzo.
'Come on, we have to use the jeep!' Izzy said.
'How do I know you're not going to use it to get Klinger outta here? I don't want to get in trouble because I supplied the get away jeep,' Rizzo said. Klinger flashed the two passes in front of him.
'Proof enough?' he asked. Rizzo passed a set of keys to Klinger, and he and Izzy got into a jeep. They drove off, towards Seoul. BJ and Hawkeye came out of Post op.
'Where are those two heading?' BJ wondered out loud to Hawkeye.
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PS. Happy New Years!