Izzy stretched. Her back ached from helping the cook in the kitchen all
morning, and she now smelled like over cooked liver. She left the kitchen
and wandered over to the Swamp. Hawkeye and BJ were drinking gin, while
Frank was reading his bible.
'Food's on,' she said.
'We like to let Frank eat first. That way, if he's not dead in an hour, we know it's safe to eat,' Hawkeye said. Izzy laughed, and sat down on a crate.
'Idiots,' Frank muttered, closing his bible.
'Watch you language around young, impressionable girls, Frank. You could pass on bad habits,' Izzy said. Frank muttered something about her having bad habits already, and left for breakfast.
'So, how are you Izzy?' BJ asked.
'You ask that every morning, and it's always the same. Just so and so,' Izzy replied.
'Nothing for your tent yet?' Hawkeye asked.
'Nope.'
'Well, we got you something,' BJ said.
'What?' Izzy asked. 'You didn't have to, you know.'
'But your tent is so bland and boring. Everyone had something in or on theirs to make it more interesting. Even Radar had his teddy bear,' Hawkeye said.
'Do you want to see it?' BJ asked.
'Come on, don't keep me in suspense,' Izzy said. Hawkeye and BJ stood up.
'Come on,' Hawkeye said. They led Izzy back to her tent.
'Close your eyes,' BJ said.
'You went into my tent while I was cooking!' Izzy accused, but she shut her eyes anyway. Hawkeye and BJ led Izzy into the tent and closed the door behind her. 'Can I open them now?' Izzy asked.
'No, not yet,' Hawkeye said. Izzy stood there patiently while BJ and Hawkeye opened the window flaps to let light in.
'Alright, open them,' BJ said. Izzy opened her eyes and gasped. The tent hadn't had a lot done to it, but what little changes there were made it feel like Izzy's own. There was a colourful bedspread on her cot, made with scraps of material, probably made from the scraps Klinger had left over from his dresses, and there were a few magazine clippings of Australia stuck on the walls, which must have taken Radar days to dig up.
'It's fantastic!' Izzy told Hawkeye and BJ, and she hugged them both.
'Glad you like it,' BJ said.
'Food's on,' she said.
'We like to let Frank eat first. That way, if he's not dead in an hour, we know it's safe to eat,' Hawkeye said. Izzy laughed, and sat down on a crate.
'Idiots,' Frank muttered, closing his bible.
'Watch you language around young, impressionable girls, Frank. You could pass on bad habits,' Izzy said. Frank muttered something about her having bad habits already, and left for breakfast.
'So, how are you Izzy?' BJ asked.
'You ask that every morning, and it's always the same. Just so and so,' Izzy replied.
'Nothing for your tent yet?' Hawkeye asked.
'Nope.'
'Well, we got you something,' BJ said.
'What?' Izzy asked. 'You didn't have to, you know.'
'But your tent is so bland and boring. Everyone had something in or on theirs to make it more interesting. Even Radar had his teddy bear,' Hawkeye said.
'Do you want to see it?' BJ asked.
'Come on, don't keep me in suspense,' Izzy said. Hawkeye and BJ stood up.
'Come on,' Hawkeye said. They led Izzy back to her tent.
'Close your eyes,' BJ said.
'You went into my tent while I was cooking!' Izzy accused, but she shut her eyes anyway. Hawkeye and BJ led Izzy into the tent and closed the door behind her. 'Can I open them now?' Izzy asked.
'No, not yet,' Hawkeye said. Izzy stood there patiently while BJ and Hawkeye opened the window flaps to let light in.
'Alright, open them,' BJ said. Izzy opened her eyes and gasped. The tent hadn't had a lot done to it, but what little changes there were made it feel like Izzy's own. There was a colourful bedspread on her cot, made with scraps of material, probably made from the scraps Klinger had left over from his dresses, and there were a few magazine clippings of Australia stuck on the walls, which must have taken Radar days to dig up.
'It's fantastic!' Izzy told Hawkeye and BJ, and she hugged them both.
'Glad you like it,' BJ said.