Hawkeye looked at the buildings surrounding him. He had received a weird
telegraph, and had come to Seoul to check it out. He remember getting it,
and his surprise at what it said.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Sir, telegram,' Radar came into the Swamp, waving a piece of paper around his head. Hawkeye snatched it from him.
'"Hawk, come to Seoul for two days R and R and come to this address next Tuesday, at six pm. Stop. If you don't show, I'll know you are too busy. Stop." Well, that's weird, there's no name. Radar, did it come with anything else, other than the address?' Hawkeye asked. Radar shook his head. He left, leaving Hawkeye to think about the telegraph.
'Any idea who it could be?' BJ asked.
'Hey, it might be Trapper! Maybe the Colonel will let you come with me!' Hawkeye said, excitedly. He stood up and the two left the Swamp.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Hey, you moving, or what?' a guy on the street asked him. Hawkeye realised he was in the man's road, and he stepped out of his way quickly.
'Sorry,' Hawkeye apologised. The other man grunted and entered the small bar. Hawkeye checked the address again that he had re-scribbled onto a scrap of paper, and tried to smooth out the creases to make sure he was at the right place. It would be too bad to get all this way and find out later he'd been waiting for Trapper in the wrong bar.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Colonel, all I ask is a few days is Seoul. This is very important for me. It might be Trapper,' Hawkeye said desperately.
'You really think?' Radar asked, wide eyed.
'Is this Trapper fellow the man I replaced? I thought he was supposed to be dead,' Potter said from polishing his saddle.
'No, Trapper is the man I replaced,' BJ said helpfully.
'Trapper left and I never got to say good bye to him. If it is Trapper, it could be my chance to do so,' Hawkeye said. Potter looked up.
'If it means so much to you, I suppose I could let you go for two days, unless we get a whole heap of casualties before then,' he said.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Hawkeye sighed and straightened up a little. It was almost six now, and now was a good a time as any. He went into the dark bar, and looked around. It took him a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the lighting, but he looked around quickly, looking for the tall curly haired man who he had spent so many pranks on Frank with.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Sorry you can't come,' Hawkeye said from the jeep to BJ.
'Hey, it's ok. Maybe I'll meet Trapper after the war,' BJ shrugged. 'Have a good trip.' The jeep was about to pull of when Klinger bounded up in a new dress and forms in his hands.
'Sir, if you see Trapper, get him to sign these. That way, if you and BJ sign as well, I'll have the three doctor's signatures to go home on a section eight!' Klinger said excitedly. Hawkeye grinned over Klinger's head at BJ, but took the forms anyway.
'I'm sure Trapper will be happy to sign them. He can consider it as a good bye present to you,' Hawkeye said, tucking them into his coat.
'Oh, he already gave me that. He sent me these heels,' Klinger said, pointing to his feet. Hawkeye laughed as the jeep pulled away from BJ and Klinger.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Where is he?' Hawkeye hissed under his breath. He went to the bar, and sat down on a spare stool. The bar maid came up to him, and handed him a martini glass.
'Here you go, sir!' the Korean girl said to him, bowing.
'I didn't order yet!' Hawkeye said in surprise. 'But thanks anyway,' he added hastily before the girl could take the glass away. He took a sip from the glass and took another long look around the room. Still no sign of Trapper. Suddenly, some one flung their arms around Hawkeye's neck, making him spill the martini all over the bar. He spun around as who ever it was got off, and jumped.
'Did you miss me?' Alex asked, a mischievous look on her face.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Sir, telegram,' Radar came into the Swamp, waving a piece of paper around his head. Hawkeye snatched it from him.
'"Hawk, come to Seoul for two days R and R and come to this address next Tuesday, at six pm. Stop. If you don't show, I'll know you are too busy. Stop." Well, that's weird, there's no name. Radar, did it come with anything else, other than the address?' Hawkeye asked. Radar shook his head. He left, leaving Hawkeye to think about the telegraph.
'Any idea who it could be?' BJ asked.
'Hey, it might be Trapper! Maybe the Colonel will let you come with me!' Hawkeye said, excitedly. He stood up and the two left the Swamp.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Hey, you moving, or what?' a guy on the street asked him. Hawkeye realised he was in the man's road, and he stepped out of his way quickly.
'Sorry,' Hawkeye apologised. The other man grunted and entered the small bar. Hawkeye checked the address again that he had re-scribbled onto a scrap of paper, and tried to smooth out the creases to make sure he was at the right place. It would be too bad to get all this way and find out later he'd been waiting for Trapper in the wrong bar.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Colonel, all I ask is a few days is Seoul. This is very important for me. It might be Trapper,' Hawkeye said desperately.
'You really think?' Radar asked, wide eyed.
'Is this Trapper fellow the man I replaced? I thought he was supposed to be dead,' Potter said from polishing his saddle.
'No, Trapper is the man I replaced,' BJ said helpfully.
'Trapper left and I never got to say good bye to him. If it is Trapper, it could be my chance to do so,' Hawkeye said. Potter looked up.
'If it means so much to you, I suppose I could let you go for two days, unless we get a whole heap of casualties before then,' he said.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Hawkeye sighed and straightened up a little. It was almost six now, and now was a good a time as any. He went into the dark bar, and looked around. It took him a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the lighting, but he looked around quickly, looking for the tall curly haired man who he had spent so many pranks on Frank with.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Sorry you can't come,' Hawkeye said from the jeep to BJ.
'Hey, it's ok. Maybe I'll meet Trapper after the war,' BJ shrugged. 'Have a good trip.' The jeep was about to pull of when Klinger bounded up in a new dress and forms in his hands.
'Sir, if you see Trapper, get him to sign these. That way, if you and BJ sign as well, I'll have the three doctor's signatures to go home on a section eight!' Klinger said excitedly. Hawkeye grinned over Klinger's head at BJ, but took the forms anyway.
'I'm sure Trapper will be happy to sign them. He can consider it as a good bye present to you,' Hawkeye said, tucking them into his coat.
'Oh, he already gave me that. He sent me these heels,' Klinger said, pointing to his feet. Hawkeye laughed as the jeep pulled away from BJ and Klinger.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
'Where is he?' Hawkeye hissed under his breath. He went to the bar, and sat down on a spare stool. The bar maid came up to him, and handed him a martini glass.
'Here you go, sir!' the Korean girl said to him, bowing.
'I didn't order yet!' Hawkeye said in surprise. 'But thanks anyway,' he added hastily before the girl could take the glass away. He took a sip from the glass and took another long look around the room. Still no sign of Trapper. Suddenly, some one flung their arms around Hawkeye's neck, making him spill the martini all over the bar. He spun around as who ever it was got off, and jumped.
'Did you miss me?' Alex asked, a mischievous look on her face.