The bad weather Korea had been experiencing a few days before came back as
a large storm. As well as causing a lot of other damage, it dismantled the
Swamp, leaving Hawkeye, BJ and Frank homeless. Colonel Potter held a
meeting about it the next day.
'It's gonna take a couple of days for us to replace or repair your tent, so you three will have to bunk with some of the other personnel,' Potter said.
'Oh, I dibs the nurses tent,' Hawkeye said quickly.
'You will not step one foot in my nurse's tent!' Margaret said.
'Fine, I'll share a tent with you,' Hawkeye said, grinning.
'You'll all sleep in Post op if you don't pipe down!' Colonel Potter yelled. Izzy smiled secretly to herself. She admired the way the Colonel was able to take charge like that by yelling his lungs out. Izzy had invited herself to the meeting, but had been threatened to be kicked out, unless she made herself useful. So the girl was pouring glasses of whisky to those who wanted it. She put the bottle down and cleared her throat.
'There's room in my tent for another cot,' she said.
'Good. Hunnicutt, you'll be with Parker. Hawkeye, in my tent, and Burns, in Klinger's tent,' Potter said.
'I can't sleep with an enlisted man!' Frank yelled.
'You will, and you'll like it!' Potter barked.
'He has such a cruel sense of humour,' Izzy muttered to Hawkeye as she refilled his glass.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Lucky we don't hate each other,' BJ panted as he wrestled with his cot in the doorway of Izzy's tent.
'I'm just grateful Frank wasn't put in my tent. Poor Klinger,' Izzy grinned. BJ finally got his cot in the door and put it along one of the walls. Then he picked up the blankets he'd brought in earlier, dumped them on the cot and collapsed on top of it all.
'You're not going you sleep like that, are you?' Izzy asked.
'Yep,' came BJ's muffled reply.
'Won't you be cold?' Izzy asked, getting into her own cot as she was. BJ sighed, got up, straightened his blankets before crawling under them.
'Happy?' he asked.
'Yeah, now you won't wake me in the middle of the night with your flu from the cold,' Izzy said cheekily. She switched the light out and settled back into her blankets. BJ sighed contently and Izzy stared up into the darkness, wondering how she'd got to Korea. It was physically impossible to be transported from one time and place to another, but somehow it had happened. Izzy knew it would bother her how it happened for the rest of her life, unless she found out how she got there. Digging her way deeper into her blankets, Izzy fell asleep.
'It's gonna take a couple of days for us to replace or repair your tent, so you three will have to bunk with some of the other personnel,' Potter said.
'Oh, I dibs the nurses tent,' Hawkeye said quickly.
'You will not step one foot in my nurse's tent!' Margaret said.
'Fine, I'll share a tent with you,' Hawkeye said, grinning.
'You'll all sleep in Post op if you don't pipe down!' Colonel Potter yelled. Izzy smiled secretly to herself. She admired the way the Colonel was able to take charge like that by yelling his lungs out. Izzy had invited herself to the meeting, but had been threatened to be kicked out, unless she made herself useful. So the girl was pouring glasses of whisky to those who wanted it. She put the bottle down and cleared her throat.
'There's room in my tent for another cot,' she said.
'Good. Hunnicutt, you'll be with Parker. Hawkeye, in my tent, and Burns, in Klinger's tent,' Potter said.
'I can't sleep with an enlisted man!' Frank yelled.
'You will, and you'll like it!' Potter barked.
'He has such a cruel sense of humour,' Izzy muttered to Hawkeye as she refilled his glass.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Lucky we don't hate each other,' BJ panted as he wrestled with his cot in the doorway of Izzy's tent.
'I'm just grateful Frank wasn't put in my tent. Poor Klinger,' Izzy grinned. BJ finally got his cot in the door and put it along one of the walls. Then he picked up the blankets he'd brought in earlier, dumped them on the cot and collapsed on top of it all.
'You're not going you sleep like that, are you?' Izzy asked.
'Yep,' came BJ's muffled reply.
'Won't you be cold?' Izzy asked, getting into her own cot as she was. BJ sighed, got up, straightened his blankets before crawling under them.
'Happy?' he asked.
'Yeah, now you won't wake me in the middle of the night with your flu from the cold,' Izzy said cheekily. She switched the light out and settled back into her blankets. BJ sighed contently and Izzy stared up into the darkness, wondering how she'd got to Korea. It was physically impossible to be transported from one time and place to another, but somehow it had happened. Izzy knew it would bother her how it happened for the rest of her life, unless she found out how she got there. Digging her way deeper into her blankets, Izzy fell asleep.