I promised a shocker involving Frank. Well, here goes!
I hope everyone who reads this, enjoys it. Please R&R. Will do same for these who do for me.
Fed Up
The memorial service was done. Everyone was finally coming to grips with Henry's death, no matter how difficult it was.
Sidney was as busy as he had ever been. People had been in and out all afternoon, crying, talking, not knowing how to continue. One by one, they filed into his tent. One by one, they had been "cured".
Frank was having a hay day setting up shop. Four times he yelled at Radar for something trivial. Four times Radar had ignored him, only to anger him more.
Klinger was back to mending his dresses, much to Frank's displeasure at not burning them as ordered.
Father Mulcahy was preparing next Sunday's service. He didn't much have the heart to do it, but he was, after all, the only spiritual leader in camp.
Hotlips was busy helping Frank. Four times she had to calm him down, telling him that Radar would do what Frank asked. He was still in mourning and would come around in due time. It seems, according to Frank, two hours was more than enough time.
Hawkeye and Trapper were doing what they could to keep busy. Only three wounded soldiers had arrived since Henry left (all three lived to fight another day of course).
"I need some time off," mumbled Hawkeye.
"You got some 'time off'. There's a lull on, remember?" answered Trap.
"No, no, no. I need to go to Tokyo or, at least Seoul. I gotta get away before I start goin' buggy!" Hawk replied. "Before I start 'screwing up, surgery-wise'."
"Why don't you go ask Frank for a three-day pass?"
"Ah, Frank! He wouldn't sign the peace treaty, or the war treaty, or anything else for that matter."
"Well, it couldn't hurt to ask!" suggested Trapper.
"I guess you finally put a cork in that slow leak of yours," Hawk laughed as he ran out of the Swamp, narrowly avoiding the pillow that Trap had just flung at him.
"Frank," said Hawk as he entered Major Burns office. "Gimme a two-week pass. I'm goin' to Tokyo."
"Forget how to knock, Pierce?" Frank snapped. "You will no longer barge into this office like you own the place. No more will you talk to me in that insolent manner! And put on your uniform before you come in here. I don't want to see you in that ratty bathrobe aside from the showers. Haven't you ever heard of a salute, Captain? Furthermore..."
"You done yet, Frank?"
"And no more interrupting me when I am speaking!" Frank continued. "There will be some changes here, starting right now!"
"I'm goin' to Tokyo. Please, Sah, may I have a two-week pass, Sah?"
"Don't waste that sarcasm on me, Jabber-jaws!" Frank hissed. "No two-week pass, Sah."
"No? Did you say no or are you talkin' in your sleep again?"
"You heard right, Bub. No more come and go as you like. You will report to me before you step one foot out of my camp and again when you return. And, yes, this includes 'Rosies', which, by midnight tonight will be off limits to all military personnel from the 4077th." Frank nodded.
"Frank, if you don't give me a two-week pass, I'm gonna tie you up, smear you head-to-toe in honey and put you on the biggest ant hill I can find this side of Crabapple Cove!" Hawkeye leaned in. "I need that pass, Frank. Don't make me do something your gonna regret."
"Henry's dead. As I told that swine friend of yours two nights ago, I'm in command now," Frank bit out. "What I say goes! I'm not that bumbling drunk who called himself a commander! He's dead. Got it? And I demand respect!"
Hawk was furious now. "Kiss my ass, Ferret-face!" He muttered, barely able to contain his anger.
"What did you say?" Frank was on his feet now.
"KISS IT, FERRET-FACE!" Hawkeye yelled. With that, he turned and headed towards the door to Radar's office.
He didn't know what hit him. Frank was over the desk and had Hawkeye against the wall in a split second. He spun Hawk around and put his arm into Pierce's chest.
"How do you like being pushed around, Captain?" he snarled.
He moved his arm from Hawk's chest long enough to grab the lapels of the robe and throw Hawkeye onto his desk. "Do you enjoy taking it as much as dishing it out?" he yelled.
The door opened as Radar came in to see what the ruckus was about.
"Holy shit!" He hollered.
Radar ran from the office to post-op, where Trapper and Major Houlihan were checking a patient.
"Trapper! Major! Come quick! Major Burns is beating up Hawkeye like a rag-doll!" He spun around and hightailed it back.
Trapper and Margaret turned to each other. "What the hell?" they said at the same time.
As they entered Frank's office, they found Radar huddling in the corner and Hawkeye on the floor with Frank above him, the major's right hand pulled back ready to strike Pierce.
"Frank!"
"Jesus, Hawk! What the hell happened?"
Trapper grabbed Frank's arm just as he was about to swing. Margaret ran to the other side and together, they pulled him off.
"Major Burns! You have got to set an example. What do you think you were doing?!?!?"
"Hawk, you ok? Come on, now. Let's get out of here before he gets passed Hotlips."
Ok, fans and friends...What did ya think? Please review. More to come later. Promise!
I hope everyone who reads this, enjoys it. Please R&R. Will do same for these who do for me.
Fed Up
The memorial service was done. Everyone was finally coming to grips with Henry's death, no matter how difficult it was.
Sidney was as busy as he had ever been. People had been in and out all afternoon, crying, talking, not knowing how to continue. One by one, they filed into his tent. One by one, they had been "cured".
Frank was having a hay day setting up shop. Four times he yelled at Radar for something trivial. Four times Radar had ignored him, only to anger him more.
Klinger was back to mending his dresses, much to Frank's displeasure at not burning them as ordered.
Father Mulcahy was preparing next Sunday's service. He didn't much have the heart to do it, but he was, after all, the only spiritual leader in camp.
Hotlips was busy helping Frank. Four times she had to calm him down, telling him that Radar would do what Frank asked. He was still in mourning and would come around in due time. It seems, according to Frank, two hours was more than enough time.
Hawkeye and Trapper were doing what they could to keep busy. Only three wounded soldiers had arrived since Henry left (all three lived to fight another day of course).
"I need some time off," mumbled Hawkeye.
"You got some 'time off'. There's a lull on, remember?" answered Trap.
"No, no, no. I need to go to Tokyo or, at least Seoul. I gotta get away before I start goin' buggy!" Hawk replied. "Before I start 'screwing up, surgery-wise'."
"Why don't you go ask Frank for a three-day pass?"
"Ah, Frank! He wouldn't sign the peace treaty, or the war treaty, or anything else for that matter."
"Well, it couldn't hurt to ask!" suggested Trapper.
"I guess you finally put a cork in that slow leak of yours," Hawk laughed as he ran out of the Swamp, narrowly avoiding the pillow that Trap had just flung at him.
"Frank," said Hawk as he entered Major Burns office. "Gimme a two-week pass. I'm goin' to Tokyo."
"Forget how to knock, Pierce?" Frank snapped. "You will no longer barge into this office like you own the place. No more will you talk to me in that insolent manner! And put on your uniform before you come in here. I don't want to see you in that ratty bathrobe aside from the showers. Haven't you ever heard of a salute, Captain? Furthermore..."
"You done yet, Frank?"
"And no more interrupting me when I am speaking!" Frank continued. "There will be some changes here, starting right now!"
"I'm goin' to Tokyo. Please, Sah, may I have a two-week pass, Sah?"
"Don't waste that sarcasm on me, Jabber-jaws!" Frank hissed. "No two-week pass, Sah."
"No? Did you say no or are you talkin' in your sleep again?"
"You heard right, Bub. No more come and go as you like. You will report to me before you step one foot out of my camp and again when you return. And, yes, this includes 'Rosies', which, by midnight tonight will be off limits to all military personnel from the 4077th." Frank nodded.
"Frank, if you don't give me a two-week pass, I'm gonna tie you up, smear you head-to-toe in honey and put you on the biggest ant hill I can find this side of Crabapple Cove!" Hawkeye leaned in. "I need that pass, Frank. Don't make me do something your gonna regret."
"Henry's dead. As I told that swine friend of yours two nights ago, I'm in command now," Frank bit out. "What I say goes! I'm not that bumbling drunk who called himself a commander! He's dead. Got it? And I demand respect!"
Hawk was furious now. "Kiss my ass, Ferret-face!" He muttered, barely able to contain his anger.
"What did you say?" Frank was on his feet now.
"KISS IT, FERRET-FACE!" Hawkeye yelled. With that, he turned and headed towards the door to Radar's office.
He didn't know what hit him. Frank was over the desk and had Hawkeye against the wall in a split second. He spun Hawk around and put his arm into Pierce's chest.
"How do you like being pushed around, Captain?" he snarled.
He moved his arm from Hawk's chest long enough to grab the lapels of the robe and throw Hawkeye onto his desk. "Do you enjoy taking it as much as dishing it out?" he yelled.
The door opened as Radar came in to see what the ruckus was about.
"Holy shit!" He hollered.
Radar ran from the office to post-op, where Trapper and Major Houlihan were checking a patient.
"Trapper! Major! Come quick! Major Burns is beating up Hawkeye like a rag-doll!" He spun around and hightailed it back.
Trapper and Margaret turned to each other. "What the hell?" they said at the same time.
As they entered Frank's office, they found Radar huddling in the corner and Hawkeye on the floor with Frank above him, the major's right hand pulled back ready to strike Pierce.
"Frank!"
"Jesus, Hawk! What the hell happened?"
Trapper grabbed Frank's arm just as he was about to swing. Margaret ran to the other side and together, they pulled him off.
"Major Burns! You have got to set an example. What do you think you were doing?!?!?"
"Hawk, you ok? Come on, now. Let's get out of here before he gets passed Hotlips."
Ok, fans and friends...What did ya think? Please review. More to come later. Promise!