A Sick Joke
Ch. 2
By: TLH --
The two raced through the compound and bursted through the office doors. The Corporal started to make the calls needed, while Hawkeye went to retrieve Trapper.
Trapper John had been nursing a cup of coffee when his cohort startled him with a hand on his shoulder.
"Pardon my interruption Mr. Coffee sir, but this is urgent."
Trapper looked up. "What's up?"
"You're not gonna believe the letter I just got."
Hawkeye explained the rest as they made their way back to the office.
"Anything Radar?" Hawkeye asked taking a seat on the corner of the Corporals desk.
"I'm in San Francisco sir" he wiped his hand over his face.
Trapper placed a hand on the mans shoulder. "Relax Radar, this could be great news."
"Right sir—I know that sir..." he nodded. "Yes, San Francisco...I'm heading for Illinois, yes a wounded soldier calling from Korea...please hurry."
Trapper and Hawkeye glanced at each other. "Radar did you just fib?"
Radar looked ashamed. "Sorry sirs"
Hawkeye smiled. "It's alright Radar... we're all fibbers."
"Even Majors sir?" his eyes widened.
Just then Frank entered with a folder in hand. "What are you two delinquents doing here?"
Trapper shrugged. "We work here Frank."
"You?" Hawkeye asked with a grin.
"That's not important! I see you're pestering this young man once again... to help you keep giving this mans army a bad name no doubt!"
The two surgeons hadn't paid any attention to him, as they had their eyes fixed back on Radar.
"Well! Fine, don't listen! I didn't want to talk to you anyhow!" Frank huffed then headed into his new office.
"Yes Illinois... I got a wounded man here in Korea, needs to talk with his young boy before he goes into surgery... he lives in Bloomington...last name Blake, first name Henry.... Really? ... She's putting us through...." Radar had begun to breathe deeper.
"Give me the phone Radar, before you hurt yourself." Hawkeye took it and heard the rings on the other end, his stomach churning.
"Hello" the reply came from the other end.
Hawkeye's mouth opened...and with a thud the receiver in his hand had fallen onto the desk...
END CH. 2
By: TLH --
The two raced through the compound and bursted through the office doors. The Corporal started to make the calls needed, while Hawkeye went to retrieve Trapper.
Trapper John had been nursing a cup of coffee when his cohort startled him with a hand on his shoulder.
"Pardon my interruption Mr. Coffee sir, but this is urgent."
Trapper looked up. "What's up?"
"You're not gonna believe the letter I just got."
Hawkeye explained the rest as they made their way back to the office.
"Anything Radar?" Hawkeye asked taking a seat on the corner of the Corporals desk.
"I'm in San Francisco sir" he wiped his hand over his face.
Trapper placed a hand on the mans shoulder. "Relax Radar, this could be great news."
"Right sir—I know that sir..." he nodded. "Yes, San Francisco...I'm heading for Illinois, yes a wounded soldier calling from Korea...please hurry."
Trapper and Hawkeye glanced at each other. "Radar did you just fib?"
Radar looked ashamed. "Sorry sirs"
Hawkeye smiled. "It's alright Radar... we're all fibbers."
"Even Majors sir?" his eyes widened.
Just then Frank entered with a folder in hand. "What are you two delinquents doing here?"
Trapper shrugged. "We work here Frank."
"You?" Hawkeye asked with a grin.
"That's not important! I see you're pestering this young man once again... to help you keep giving this mans army a bad name no doubt!"
The two surgeons hadn't paid any attention to him, as they had their eyes fixed back on Radar.
"Well! Fine, don't listen! I didn't want to talk to you anyhow!" Frank huffed then headed into his new office.
"Yes Illinois... I got a wounded man here in Korea, needs to talk with his young boy before he goes into surgery... he lives in Bloomington...last name Blake, first name Henry.... Really? ... She's putting us through...." Radar had begun to breathe deeper.
"Give me the phone Radar, before you hurt yourself." Hawkeye took it and heard the rings on the other end, his stomach churning.
"Hello" the reply came from the other end.
Hawkeye's mouth opened...and with a thud the receiver in his hand had fallen onto the desk...
END CH. 2