A/N: I HAVE DOUBLED MY REVIEWS!!!! Whoopee!
Polishingrag: You have two.
Narrator: So. Some of us look at the glass half full.
Deep: Or half empty.
Happy: Really? I would just care about what is in the glass, like JUICE!
Deep: You are no longer allowed to talk.
Happy: I will not have my happiness repressed! I just got it pressed yesterday, and it needs no more pressing.
Polishingrag: Next year, we are buying you dictionary.
Narrator: While they are fighting, love to Golden Phoenix and Helga on the couch. Interesting way of a H/H, Phoenix-
Happy: ::cough, Ron and Hermione, cough::
Deep: ::cough, yeah right happy, cough:::
Narrator: Knock it off. And to Helga, good so far, but the six month wait has me worried about when the next chappie will come out....
Polishingrag: You can say that again.
A/N: As always, between the slanted lines mean Korean be spoken.
"How do you think they will pay me back for finding a deserter, Margaret?" The Lipless Wonder said, leaning back in the colonel's chair, feet upon the desk. Grinning, he thought to himself what it would be like if he was promoted. How he would turn this entire unit around, if he got the chance. 'I would be able to divorce my wife' was one of the many thoughts he entertained.
Margaret was thinking about the same thing when she heard a voice behind her. "I believe you are in my seat, Major." He stood tall, waiting as the Majors jumped up and stood in their respectful places. "Glad you were able to make yourselves comfortable. Now, what is it you wanted to tell me Burns?" Potter stared into the ferret like composite in front of him as the one referred to as Hot Lips began to speak.
"Major Burns was just going to point out some interesting things he found on the so-called Local's person."
"Well, Burns, I suggest you get inspected after this since you don't sound like yourself. What did you find?" Potter didn't even look up this time knowing who was going to answer.
Hot Lips spoke again, "We found dog tags." She elbowed Frank, who looked bewildered. "The tags." was whispered in his ear. He quickly dug into his pocket and dropped the tags haphazardly on the desk. "As you can see, clear evidence that our patient is a runaway." She patted the little puppy of a man on the head and muttered a word of praise. Potter picked up the dog tags, wondering if Frank would go far enough to make a fake. 'Not smart enough' was the final thought as looked at the tags.
Trying to stifle a laugh, Potter placed the item on back down. "These are the tags for an actual dog."
"Are not!"
Not able to keep it in any longer, the C.O. let all smiles loose. "As I understand it, one or several of the men have a tradition to put dog tags on any animal that just so happens to be a stray. More often than not, they usually give it a name, a silly number, such as a number off the bathroom wall, and ends it with 'Radar's Animals' as a joke to his soft heartedness to anything that moves. Considering it says 'Fido', has no last name, and was chewed at by some one of the canine fame, I don't think it is very good evidence at all. So Frank, why were you going through her clothes?"
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ERRRRRR!
That stupid Burns! I swear he is always in a land of make believe! Of course, that does give him an irresistible imagination. If only he could- "Watch it corporal!" use it for- wait a second. What was wrong with him? Where did he come from? Let see, the direction of his straight path walking clearly shows that he was coming out of Post Op. He must have done some thing. I should check out, and then I could find some dirt and get him to fess up what the next prank those two hooligans are up to.
As I entered the Post Op area, I realized that the nurse that was supposed to be on hand wasn't there. Do they think I get some sick joy from throwing the book at them? I also happened to notice a very bright red "local" indigenous person. "What's wrong with you?"
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"What's wrong with you?" Oh, crap. She saw me. She saw me and is going to tell some one else, most likely some one who knows my father and he will be so disappointed in me. Then he will kill me. He just up right kill me by not letting me to go anywhere but my room. I have completely lost face. Oh god. I'm eighteen, have no suitor lined up, and willingly let an American kiss me. Oh God, please let me kiss my own butt good bye. "Hey! I was speaking too you! What's wrong?"
"I uh.... I lost my- Oh look! There it is! I thought I had lost my bible. Thank goodness, I so sorry to worry you Miss." I must smile, if I don't they might suspect something. Remember to look as innocent as possible. "Is there anything I can do to put you at ease?"
"Never mind, whatever happened you are obviously not at fault." She's walking, keep walking, and she is turning back. "Is there anything you want to talk about?"
"Not at the moment." Oh my, I lied too. Lord have mercy on my sorry soul.
"Well the Chaplin will be walking around if you need him. Now if you'll excuse me-" Great. Just what I need, another nurse.
"Sorry Major, I was at the bathroom and I left her with Radar and I thought- "
"After your shift, I want to see you in my tent to discuss why we shouldn't be doing that." She finally left. At least now, I can burry my lack of face (that was a bad pun) in the good book.
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"Radar, repeat after me, 'I did nothing wrong'." Hawkeye said, lying on his cot gently cupping his drink. The poor kid was sitting on the edge, (in more ways than one) choosing to remain silent. "Come on Casanova. Spit it out."
B.J. tossed in his two cents. "You need to realize that it is not your fault. It is unhealthy to put some much blame on yourself. I understand the nurses outranking you and scaring you out of fear of getting in trouble."
"I know."
"But this is entirely-"
"B.J." was stopped before saying something else as someone politely pointed out what was being said.
"I just can't shake the feeling that I did something I shouldn't have. What should I do?" At this time remembered how her thoughts felt to him, panicked and scared. He knew that she couldn't think normally in that moment and that her mind had reverted, for a second, to a simpler thought process.
Hawkeye decide to lighten the mood a little. "If it was me I would still be in there, most likely being slapped for being too suggestive."
The pair had gone back to their game of puns and silly quotations. "Of course you could try for the being to subtle slap award."
Rolling his eyes, the smaller man commented, "Ha. Ha."
Hawk was still trying to convince the young one to travel a certain path. "At least go back there and hang around. You could have something with something really rare. And a relationship of sorts with that rare gem of American goodness."
Confused by the good doctor's choice of words, the corporal stated his thoughts as they came. "But she is Korean."
B.J.'s turn to call them as he saw them and He did without a pause, standing up for his small speech. "Only by where she was born. Is apple pie an apple pie if it is baked somewhere else? Is a flag still patriotic if it is made in Taiwan? Is-"
"We get it." was cried in unison.
Polishingrag: You have two.
Narrator: So. Some of us look at the glass half full.
Deep: Or half empty.
Happy: Really? I would just care about what is in the glass, like JUICE!
Deep: You are no longer allowed to talk.
Happy: I will not have my happiness repressed! I just got it pressed yesterday, and it needs no more pressing.
Polishingrag: Next year, we are buying you dictionary.
Narrator: While they are fighting, love to Golden Phoenix and Helga on the couch. Interesting way of a H/H, Phoenix-
Happy: ::cough, Ron and Hermione, cough::
Deep: ::cough, yeah right happy, cough:::
Narrator: Knock it off. And to Helga, good so far, but the six month wait has me worried about when the next chappie will come out....
Polishingrag: You can say that again.
A/N: As always, between the slanted lines mean Korean be spoken.
"How do you think they will pay me back for finding a deserter, Margaret?" The Lipless Wonder said, leaning back in the colonel's chair, feet upon the desk. Grinning, he thought to himself what it would be like if he was promoted. How he would turn this entire unit around, if he got the chance. 'I would be able to divorce my wife' was one of the many thoughts he entertained.
Margaret was thinking about the same thing when she heard a voice behind her. "I believe you are in my seat, Major." He stood tall, waiting as the Majors jumped up and stood in their respectful places. "Glad you were able to make yourselves comfortable. Now, what is it you wanted to tell me Burns?" Potter stared into the ferret like composite in front of him as the one referred to as Hot Lips began to speak.
"Major Burns was just going to point out some interesting things he found on the so-called Local's person."
"Well, Burns, I suggest you get inspected after this since you don't sound like yourself. What did you find?" Potter didn't even look up this time knowing who was going to answer.
Hot Lips spoke again, "We found dog tags." She elbowed Frank, who looked bewildered. "The tags." was whispered in his ear. He quickly dug into his pocket and dropped the tags haphazardly on the desk. "As you can see, clear evidence that our patient is a runaway." She patted the little puppy of a man on the head and muttered a word of praise. Potter picked up the dog tags, wondering if Frank would go far enough to make a fake. 'Not smart enough' was the final thought as looked at the tags.
Trying to stifle a laugh, Potter placed the item on back down. "These are the tags for an actual dog."
"Are not!"
Not able to keep it in any longer, the C.O. let all smiles loose. "As I understand it, one or several of the men have a tradition to put dog tags on any animal that just so happens to be a stray. More often than not, they usually give it a name, a silly number, such as a number off the bathroom wall, and ends it with 'Radar's Animals' as a joke to his soft heartedness to anything that moves. Considering it says 'Fido', has no last name, and was chewed at by some one of the canine fame, I don't think it is very good evidence at all. So Frank, why were you going through her clothes?"
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ERRRRRR!
That stupid Burns! I swear he is always in a land of make believe! Of course, that does give him an irresistible imagination. If only he could- "Watch it corporal!" use it for- wait a second. What was wrong with him? Where did he come from? Let see, the direction of his straight path walking clearly shows that he was coming out of Post Op. He must have done some thing. I should check out, and then I could find some dirt and get him to fess up what the next prank those two hooligans are up to.
As I entered the Post Op area, I realized that the nurse that was supposed to be on hand wasn't there. Do they think I get some sick joy from throwing the book at them? I also happened to notice a very bright red "local" indigenous person. "What's wrong with you?"
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"What's wrong with you?" Oh, crap. She saw me. She saw me and is going to tell some one else, most likely some one who knows my father and he will be so disappointed in me. Then he will kill me. He just up right kill me by not letting me to go anywhere but my room. I have completely lost face. Oh god. I'm eighteen, have no suitor lined up, and willingly let an American kiss me. Oh God, please let me kiss my own butt good bye. "Hey! I was speaking too you! What's wrong?"
"I uh.... I lost my- Oh look! There it is! I thought I had lost my bible. Thank goodness, I so sorry to worry you Miss." I must smile, if I don't they might suspect something. Remember to look as innocent as possible. "Is there anything I can do to put you at ease?"
"Never mind, whatever happened you are obviously not at fault." She's walking, keep walking, and she is turning back. "Is there anything you want to talk about?"
"Not at the moment." Oh my, I lied too. Lord have mercy on my sorry soul.
"Well the Chaplin will be walking around if you need him. Now if you'll excuse me-" Great. Just what I need, another nurse.
"Sorry Major, I was at the bathroom and I left her with Radar and I thought- "
"After your shift, I want to see you in my tent to discuss why we shouldn't be doing that." She finally left. At least now, I can burry my lack of face (that was a bad pun) in the good book.
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"Radar, repeat after me, 'I did nothing wrong'." Hawkeye said, lying on his cot gently cupping his drink. The poor kid was sitting on the edge, (in more ways than one) choosing to remain silent. "Come on Casanova. Spit it out."
B.J. tossed in his two cents. "You need to realize that it is not your fault. It is unhealthy to put some much blame on yourself. I understand the nurses outranking you and scaring you out of fear of getting in trouble."
"I know."
"But this is entirely-"
"B.J." was stopped before saying something else as someone politely pointed out what was being said.
"I just can't shake the feeling that I did something I shouldn't have. What should I do?" At this time remembered how her thoughts felt to him, panicked and scared. He knew that she couldn't think normally in that moment and that her mind had reverted, for a second, to a simpler thought process.
Hawkeye decide to lighten the mood a little. "If it was me I would still be in there, most likely being slapped for being too suggestive."
The pair had gone back to their game of puns and silly quotations. "Of course you could try for the being to subtle slap award."
Rolling his eyes, the smaller man commented, "Ha. Ha."
Hawk was still trying to convince the young one to travel a certain path. "At least go back there and hang around. You could have something with something really rare. And a relationship of sorts with that rare gem of American goodness."
Confused by the good doctor's choice of words, the corporal stated his thoughts as they came. "But she is Korean."
B.J.'s turn to call them as he saw them and He did without a pause, standing up for his small speech. "Only by where she was born. Is apple pie an apple pie if it is baked somewhere else? Is a flag still patriotic if it is made in Taiwan? Is-"
"We get it." was cried in unison.