Okay, so... I still have absolutly no clue what I'm doing with this story. If you have any ideas, PLEASE let me know. Thank you. G.N.

Disclaimer: Sadly, still not mine.


BJ tossed and turned as he tried to revert himself to a peaceful slumber. He would slowly close his eyes and start dreaming and then he would awake startled. The reality version of the Swamp blurred with the dream version of the Swamp and BJ couldn't tell what was real anymore. BJ awoke startled and fully aware. He sat up cautiously, thinking he had heard the sound of choppers in the distance. But there were no choppers, no wounded. So he threw himself back onto his cot.

The young captain reached into his open footlocker and groped around for the paper that he had written to Peg on. He wondered what he had indeed written to her. Maybe it would make sense now that he had slept.

Dear Peg,

As I sit here in Post Op, I can't help but forget who I am. I know it sounds crazy, but I honestly don't know. I miss you so much, Peg, yet I don't want to leave this morbid place. I'm afraid that if I leave, the old me will remain here while this old disgruntled captain comes home to you in Mill Valley. I wonder why I don't feel like I know myself and then I remember. Hawkeye. That wonderful bastard. I thought that once I had been with him I'd know myself better, but instead I'm only more confused. I think I love him. That doesn't mean I don't love you, Peg. It's a different kind of love. I just don't know which kind it is... and I believe that that is my problem.

Much love,

BJ

"Fool," BJ hissed as he crumpled up the paper. "Why would I write this? And to Peg no less!"

"Because that's how you feel."

BJ looked up and Hawkeye's brilliant blue eyes met his. "What?"

"It's a beautiful letter, Beej. I like the parts about me. You know, if you ever decide to stop being a surgeon, you'd make a fantastic writer."

BJ's breath was taken away as Hawkeye took a seat next to him. "You read my letter?"

"Yeah. You really shouldn't leave your footlocker open. Last night I saw it sticking out and wanted to know what you were telling Peg about this whole situation. But such a brilliant letter, BJ. You are very descriptive. I love how you call me a 'wonderful bastard'. It has a nice ring to it."

"I... I didn't mean that, Hawkeye," BJ struggled. "I don't even know when I wrote that..."

Hawkeye snatched the crumpled ball of paper from BJ and smoothed it out. "Says here you wrote it while in Post Op." Hawkeye smiled as he reread the letter. "Oh, and you think that you love me, eh?" He looked over at BJ, who had his eyes shut tightly. "Calm down, Beej. You're breaking into a cold sweat."

"I can't help it..."

"What? Loving me?"

"No, sweating."

"Ah."

"And I don't love you, Hawkeye. I think I must have been drunk or really tired or something when I wrote that..." BJ wiped his forehead with his arm.

"Cut it out, Beej. No need to try to hide it. Besides, you are a bad liar." Hawkeye smirked and tossed the letter back to BJ.

"Hawk?" BJ mumbled.

"Yeah?"

"Who were you with last night?"

"Nurse Lurex. How'd you know that I was with someone?"

"You can't love someone without knowing a thing or two about them, Hawkeye."

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Radar sat with his arm around a lovely young woman as they watched a movie. She had the most brilliant brown eyes and the sweetest face. Radar was scared, uncomfortable, and very clammy.

"Stupid Hawkeye," he whispered to himself. "This ain't gonna help me a bit."

"Did you say something, Radar?" Yolanda Lurex asked.

"No..."

"Okay." She smiled sweetly. "Hey, this movie is pretty boring. Wanna go back to the nurses' tent with me? No one's there..."

Radar felt his heart stop. "Sure," he gasped.

Nurse Lurex took Radar's hand and led him out of the Mess Tent, which was temporarily being used as a movie theater. She guided him into the nurses' quarters, which were, as she had said, empty.

"I understand you need some help, Radar," Yolanda said as she slowly and seductively undid the buttons on her shirt. She leaned in towards the young corporal, who was horrified and whispered in his ear, her brown hair brushing against his shoulder. "I hope I can be of some assistance."