'OK, Gene, I'll see you tomorrow at 15 hundred hours,' Potter said as he
hung up. Sighing, the man put his head in his hands, as if suffering a
severe headache.
'Yes sir?' Radar asked, without a word from the Colonel.
'Get me Frank, Hawkeye, BJ, Margaret, Mulchay, Klinger and Izzy in here, pronto,' Potter said, without lifting his head. Radar nodded, and dashed out of the room. He sighed again, and thought about what he'd have to say to everyone. Izzy was first to arrive.
'What's up?' she asked cheerfully as she came in.
'You'd better start pouring drinks, Izzy, I think I few people will want them,' Potter said dully as Hawkeye and BJ came in. Izzy went to the liqueur cabinet, and kept her mouth shut. This didn't sound very promising.
'Did I miss anything?' Father Mulchay asked as Izzy set down the glasses.
'No, we haven't started yet, Father,' Hawkeye replied. Father Mulchay took one of the empty chairs in the room, and they waited until Radar came back with Klinger, Frank and Margaret.
'I've just been on the phone with General Gene Russell,' Potter began. 'He's paying us a visit tomorrow afternoon, and I want to warn you of things to come.'
'He can't be that bad,' Hawkeye said loudly. 'I mean, Steele was worse. He was nuts!'
'Russell is one of the strictest Generals this side of the war. He doesn't accept alcohol, gambling, disobedience, practical jokes, people who talk back, and people part of the army that don't wear uniform,' Potter explained.
'Would he give me a section eight if I turned up in a skirt?' Klinger asked.
'Talk about a one track mind,' Izzy muttered, loud enough for everyone else to hear.
'If you turn up in a dress, he will probably put you in front of a firing squad,' Potter warned. Izzy realised why she was asked to the meeting.
'What am I going to do? No-one has returned my uniform back, and I can't walk around in my wreaked one! I bet he doesn't like untidiness either!' she exclaimed. Colonel Potter nodded.
'I know, but there isn't a lot we can do, except maybe give you a day or two R and R,' he said. 'As for the rest of you, I want you to refrain from drinking, gambling, jokes, and lazing around out of uniform. This is important, and I won't be able to help you if you annoy Russell.'
'It's like someone is controlling what goes on around here,' Hawkeye muttered loudly. 'Like a fic writer...'
'What's that, Hawk?' Izzy asked. Hawkeye looked up.
'Huh? Nothing, just talking to myself,' the man replied cheerfully, unaware he had said anything strange.
'At any rate, we'd better warn the rest of the camp,' Potter continued, not paying attention to the two. Everyone stood up and left the office, except for Izzy.
'Sir, what am I going to do?' she asked the Colonel.
'Come see me tomorrow morning, and I'll see if I can't think of something,' Potter replied. Izzy nodded and slipped out.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
There was a knock on Izzy's door, and blearily, the girl answered it.
'Yeah?' she asked, blinking against the early sunlight.
'We've got you a new uniform,' Nurse Kellye said, pushing into the tent.
'Huh?' Izzy asked, following the other nurse's in.
'We've been through our things and found you bits of uniform for you to wear while General Russell is here,' Nurse Abbie said. Nurse Baker dropped a pile of clothes on Izzy's cot. Izzy sat on her foot locker and tried to figure out what was happening. It was another ten minutes before Izzy was fully awake and the nurse's were able to explain why they had woken the girl at such an early hour. Izzy grinned when she held up one of the nurse's old jackets.
'Thanks a lot,' she said. It took them a while to figure out what fitted Izzy and what didn't, but in the end, Izzy had three new pairs of pants, two jackets which one was a size too big, and four shirts. Nurse Abbie had offered to look after the extra clothes so Izzy didn't have a repeat of when someone had stolen her old uniform. Izzy thanked the nurse's again as they slipped out into the morning sun, and she closed the door.
'Let's see this Russell person kick me out of the army now,' Izzy grinned, looking at her new uniform.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Kooshball Note: Yes! A very bad Fic Writer joke in there, and I apologise for sticking it in there! I swear, I will never put another one in this fic ever again.
A note to redlady27, I never really planed to say who stole Izzy's clothes, it was to be assumed by the reader that it was Zale and/or some of the other men around camp. But tell me who you thought it was, especially if you suspected someone else!
'Yes sir?' Radar asked, without a word from the Colonel.
'Get me Frank, Hawkeye, BJ, Margaret, Mulchay, Klinger and Izzy in here, pronto,' Potter said, without lifting his head. Radar nodded, and dashed out of the room. He sighed again, and thought about what he'd have to say to everyone. Izzy was first to arrive.
'What's up?' she asked cheerfully as she came in.
'You'd better start pouring drinks, Izzy, I think I few people will want them,' Potter said dully as Hawkeye and BJ came in. Izzy went to the liqueur cabinet, and kept her mouth shut. This didn't sound very promising.
'Did I miss anything?' Father Mulchay asked as Izzy set down the glasses.
'No, we haven't started yet, Father,' Hawkeye replied. Father Mulchay took one of the empty chairs in the room, and they waited until Radar came back with Klinger, Frank and Margaret.
'I've just been on the phone with General Gene Russell,' Potter began. 'He's paying us a visit tomorrow afternoon, and I want to warn you of things to come.'
'He can't be that bad,' Hawkeye said loudly. 'I mean, Steele was worse. He was nuts!'
'Russell is one of the strictest Generals this side of the war. He doesn't accept alcohol, gambling, disobedience, practical jokes, people who talk back, and people part of the army that don't wear uniform,' Potter explained.
'Would he give me a section eight if I turned up in a skirt?' Klinger asked.
'Talk about a one track mind,' Izzy muttered, loud enough for everyone else to hear.
'If you turn up in a dress, he will probably put you in front of a firing squad,' Potter warned. Izzy realised why she was asked to the meeting.
'What am I going to do? No-one has returned my uniform back, and I can't walk around in my wreaked one! I bet he doesn't like untidiness either!' she exclaimed. Colonel Potter nodded.
'I know, but there isn't a lot we can do, except maybe give you a day or two R and R,' he said. 'As for the rest of you, I want you to refrain from drinking, gambling, jokes, and lazing around out of uniform. This is important, and I won't be able to help you if you annoy Russell.'
'It's like someone is controlling what goes on around here,' Hawkeye muttered loudly. 'Like a fic writer...'
'What's that, Hawk?' Izzy asked. Hawkeye looked up.
'Huh? Nothing, just talking to myself,' the man replied cheerfully, unaware he had said anything strange.
'At any rate, we'd better warn the rest of the camp,' Potter continued, not paying attention to the two. Everyone stood up and left the office, except for Izzy.
'Sir, what am I going to do?' she asked the Colonel.
'Come see me tomorrow morning, and I'll see if I can't think of something,' Potter replied. Izzy nodded and slipped out.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
There was a knock on Izzy's door, and blearily, the girl answered it.
'Yeah?' she asked, blinking against the early sunlight.
'We've got you a new uniform,' Nurse Kellye said, pushing into the tent.
'Huh?' Izzy asked, following the other nurse's in.
'We've been through our things and found you bits of uniform for you to wear while General Russell is here,' Nurse Abbie said. Nurse Baker dropped a pile of clothes on Izzy's cot. Izzy sat on her foot locker and tried to figure out what was happening. It was another ten minutes before Izzy was fully awake and the nurse's were able to explain why they had woken the girl at such an early hour. Izzy grinned when she held up one of the nurse's old jackets.
'Thanks a lot,' she said. It took them a while to figure out what fitted Izzy and what didn't, but in the end, Izzy had three new pairs of pants, two jackets which one was a size too big, and four shirts. Nurse Abbie had offered to look after the extra clothes so Izzy didn't have a repeat of when someone had stolen her old uniform. Izzy thanked the nurse's again as they slipped out into the morning sun, and she closed the door.
'Let's see this Russell person kick me out of the army now,' Izzy grinned, looking at her new uniform.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Kooshball Note: Yes! A very bad Fic Writer joke in there, and I apologise for sticking it in there! I swear, I will never put another one in this fic ever again.
A note to redlady27, I never really planed to say who stole Izzy's clothes, it was to be assumed by the reader that it was Zale and/or some of the other men around camp. But tell me who you thought it was, especially if you suspected someone else!