AN: I have to admit, I've been a bit discouraged from the lack of reviews as of late. I guess my writing has been lacking. I'm going to write this and do my best to think of something that will intrigue all of you as well as myself.
--- A Sick Joke? By: Trivette Lover Heather
The dark haired man ripped open the envelope and began to read. The trusty company clerk peering over his shoulders.
"Dear Pierce,
How are things at the 4077th? No real details needed, let a lone wanted, but I'd love to know how things are.
Honestly, I still cant come to terms with being home, it's wonderful don't get me wrong, its just weird. My practice is running pretty smoothly and the kids are great.
My baby boy is getting to know me better and the more I feed him the more he loves me. Not to mention his mother.
Anyhoo, just wanted to check in. Hope all is well, Bye Pierce, Say Hi to the kid for me, I don't have the heart to write him
-Henry Blake"
The envelope had read, Bloomington, IL. They both had thought it was simply a letter from his wife and family. But they were wrong, and it was the only time they could remember when being wrong was a good thing.
"Radar, did you just read what I just read?" Hawkeye lowered the letter and looked at the shorter man standing beside him.
"Sir? I think I did just read what you just read." He sighed. "Is this some sort of a joke sir?
"I don't know Radar, but if it isn't. That means..."
"He's not dead sir!"
"Good deduction Radar."
"Deduction sir?" The young man looked confused.
"Never mind....let's get on the horn...to Bloomington."
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Please review and Take care - TLH ‡