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The Wandering Soul
By: Triforce Knight
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Chapter One- Letters, Films, and Familiar Faces
*****Flashback*****
"So Henry, what's this film about," Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce asked, opening Colonel Blake's liquor cabinet.
"Yeah Henry," Jonathan "Trapper" McIntyre butted in, relaxing back in one of the chairs, "How many girls are taking their clothes off?"
"This one's from home," Henry commented, not really listening.
"You're letting us watch your wife undress?" Trapper asked.
"Who knows, it might be his daughters," Hawkeye countered.
"Will you two simmer down," Henry snapped, "Radar, are you almost finished?"
"Uh, almost sir," Radar replied, fiddling around with the projector, and a little while later, was able to start it up.
The first thing seen on the projector was Henry's two little, adorable girls, ages seven and five, both of them smiling and waving to the camera. The next to come was Lorraine, Henry's beautiful wife, who was smiling, and carrying their little boy, about six months old, with some blonde fuzz on the top of his head. Finally, the camera moved over to a lawn chair, with a girl about eighteen on it. She had a mixture of shoulder-length, dirty blonde, with some tints of red in it. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts coming up to mid-thigh, and a light blue t-shirt. In her hands was a book on different surgical procedures. When she looked up at the camera, she smiled, and waved, holding up the book, and a piece of paper. The camera zoomed in to see that it was an acceptance letter to a medical school.
"Who's that Henry?" Hawkeye asked, watching the smiling teen in interest.
"That's my niece, Hannah," Henry told them, still watching the film, his eyes starting to water, "She's one smart cookie."
"Is she visiting or something," Trapper asked, because he hadn't seen her before.
"Not really," he choked, "Lorraine told me in the letter she sent. Hannah's father is my brother, her mother died when she was five, and my brother died of a heart attack just recently. Lorraine wrote saying that Hannah agreed to staying with us until she finishes med. school. God, I didn't realize how much she's grown."
"Do you miss her," Hawkeye asked.
"I miss all of them. I just wish that I was there for Hannah. I can't understand why she would want to be a surgeon."
"Maybe you should ask her that when you go back home."
Radar had been silent, until suddenly he shouted, "Choppers," stopping the film, and running out. The three men looked at each other and then ran outside to meet the helicopters.
*****End Flashback*****
Those words, "Maybe you should ask her that when you get back home," kept playing in Hawkeye's mind. It kept playing over and over again, even when he slept. Henry was gone, dead, and so was Trapper, sent stateside. Even Frank was gone; not that he really missed Frank. Henry had been replaced by a Colonel Sherman Potter, Trapper by a Captain BJ Hunnicutt, and Frank had been replaced by a Major Charles Winchester.
'I'm by myself,' Hawkeye thought, but the silence was broken by the sounds of Radar running and shouting "Choppers!"
"How many?" Hawkeye asked.
"Too many."
"Shall we be going?" BJ asked, putting on his boots.
"I don't see why not," Hawk replied, getting to his feet, and then both of them shuffled quickly out the door.
On the buses arriving, there was a mixture of American soldiers and Korean civilians, many of them wounded. Jeeps that were arriving from the landings were the same. One jeep that pulled in, a soldier was sitting in the passenger side, and was holding a little Korean boy, who was very scared. Hawkeye ran over to the jeep, and first took the boy out of the soldier's arms, then the soldier said in a surprising female voice, "Could someone please take him to the orphanage?"
Father Mulcahy had just approached the jeep, and then seeing the soldier, asked her, "Hannah?"
The soldier raised her head, looking at Hawkeye, then to Padre and said, "Yes. What is it?"
"What happened?"
Hannah leaned back holding onto her left arm, and said, "An air attack on the village that we were staying at. All men that were able to grabbed the surviving villagers."
Hawkeye, who had been quiet this whole time, handed the boy over to Padre, got one of the nurses, and said, "Get this soldier to pre-op and see if Charles can do her."
"Yes sir."
"What's the matter Pierce," Colonel Potter asked from behind him, "Afraid of hurting the already hurt soldier?"
"No, it's not that sir," Pierce said, then asked the girl, "Hannah, what's your last name?"
"Blake," she said, then lost consciousness.
*****
All during the time he was in surgery, Hawkeye didn't make any smart remarks, didn't tell any jokes, and didn't sing. This worried a few people, even Margaret Houlihan, who knew that he would try anything when she was assisting him. After surgery, Hawkeye sat next to the bed Hannah was in. He kept fiddling with his hands, something Hawkeye wasn't known to do.
Margaret finally was fed up with it. She calmly walked over to the worried surgeon, and asked, "What makes this soldier so special that you have to sit over here like a worried hen?"
"Did you happen to take a look at her last name," Hawkeye countered.
She picked up the clipboard, read it, then gasped and dropped it. She looked from Hawkeye, to the girl, and asked, "Who is she?"
"She's Henry's niece. Trap and I watched a home movie that was sent by Henry's wife when he was still here. She's was studying to become a surgeon, and/or maybe a doctor. I wanted to ask her something that Henry wasn't able to."
"Well, she won't be able to. She's not due to be awake in a few hours," Margaret commented, pulling Hawkeye up, "That gives you enough time to rest, and get something to eat," she finished, pushing him towards the door.
Before he left, Hawkeye turned and said, "Farewell my love. Until we meet again."
"OUT!"
*****
Meanwhile, Colonel Potter was having a not too pleasant conversation with none other than everyone's favorite Colonel, that's right, Colonel Flagg.
"I don't see what the problem is Flagg," Potter said.
"I've just received word that a group of AWOL soldiers were stationed here, along with some Korean civilians."
"Well, we have a group of healing soldiers here, and a group of healing civilians, but I don't know anything about the soldiers being AWOL."
"Well, that's what they want you to think. The one who leaded them was their field surgeon, a Lieutenant Blake. My orders are to take them to Seoul and have them court martialed."
"You're going to court martial a group of – "
"AWOL soldiers Colonel," Flagg corrected.
Potter just looked at him and said, "Rrrrrrriiiiiiiggggghhhhhhttttt, court martial a group of AWOL soldiers because they helped civilians?"
"They went against orders. I was ordered to see them immediately."
"I don't think they're awake yet, but I guess you can ask them questions," Colonel Potter said, standing up, and leading Flagg to the Post-Op ward.
*****
Upon entering, Flagg looked around the room, and when he saw Hannah, he walked over to her cot, and said, "I finally caught you my prey."
Hannah's eyes were open, but didn't look at Flagg, and they didn't blink. Flagg just looked at her, and then asked, "What? Are you too upset that I finally caught you?"
There was still no response.
"Answer me you little -," Colonel Flagg said raising his fist, but was stopped by Hawkeye, who had just come in.
"Excuse me Flagg, but under act of wrong did we do to have you sent here?" the captain asked.
"It's nothing that a Captain should know about."
"Oh no, I beg to differ. You see, if one of our patients is going to be hurt while they're defenseless, I think we have the right to know."
"Fine, but not here, meet me at the officer's club at 2100 hours," he said, then turned to leave, but then looked at Hannah and said, "I will be back for you my prey. Remember, you can't escape while I'm on watch. Take one step out of here," indicating Post-Op, "And you'll by off to Seoul in a heartbeat." then left.
After a few seconds, Hawkeye heard a young female voice ask, "Is he gone yet?"
Hawkeye turned to see Hannah lifting herself onto her elbows, looking at the doctor. He walked over to her and said, "You shouldn't be moving so much."
"I know, and I must say that whoever patched me up did a good job. I can hardly see the stitches," she remarked looking at her left arm.
"That's the work of Charles Winchester. A good doctor but a bad person to live with."
Hannah laughed and said, "Well, whatever his personality, he sure knows what he's doing."
"You look hungry, do you want something to eat? I can send one of the nurses to get you something if you are."
"Actually I am, after living off of army rations for a few months, I'd like anything, but if I'm here a while, I might change my opinion."
"Alright," Hawkeye said, smiling, then called over the nearest person, "Klinger, can you come over here a moment?"
Klinger, in his nurse outfit, and pearl earrings came over, and asked, "You want something sir?"
"Bring this fine girl a tray of food from the Mess Tent."
"Yes sir," he said, turning and leaving, swinging his hips with every step.
"I see that he's still trying to get out on a Section 8," Hannah commented, causing Hawkeye to look at her.
"How do you know about Klinger," he asked.
"I read all of my uncle's letters while he was here, and I'm guessing you're Hawkeye Pierce."
"Speaking of your uncle, I have something to ask you."
"Shoot," she said, falling back onto her cot.
"What are you doing here? And why did you decide to go to med. school?"
Hannah just looked at him.
*****
Well, here you go, the first chapter, to my first M*A*S*H fic. I appreciate constructive criticism, but no flames. This story will continue if you want me to. So go on, R+R!
Here's an example of constructive criticism:
"So-and-so is a little out of character, he/she needs to be a bit more *place adjective here*."
And here's an example of a flame:
"This is crap! This is the crappiest piece of crap this side of Crappsville! You SUCK!"
The Wandering Soul
By: Triforce Knight
*****
Chapter One- Letters, Films, and Familiar Faces
*****Flashback*****
"So Henry, what's this film about," Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce asked, opening Colonel Blake's liquor cabinet.
"Yeah Henry," Jonathan "Trapper" McIntyre butted in, relaxing back in one of the chairs, "How many girls are taking their clothes off?"
"This one's from home," Henry commented, not really listening.
"You're letting us watch your wife undress?" Trapper asked.
"Who knows, it might be his daughters," Hawkeye countered.
"Will you two simmer down," Henry snapped, "Radar, are you almost finished?"
"Uh, almost sir," Radar replied, fiddling around with the projector, and a little while later, was able to start it up.
The first thing seen on the projector was Henry's two little, adorable girls, ages seven and five, both of them smiling and waving to the camera. The next to come was Lorraine, Henry's beautiful wife, who was smiling, and carrying their little boy, about six months old, with some blonde fuzz on the top of his head. Finally, the camera moved over to a lawn chair, with a girl about eighteen on it. She had a mixture of shoulder-length, dirty blonde, with some tints of red in it. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts coming up to mid-thigh, and a light blue t-shirt. In her hands was a book on different surgical procedures. When she looked up at the camera, she smiled, and waved, holding up the book, and a piece of paper. The camera zoomed in to see that it was an acceptance letter to a medical school.
"Who's that Henry?" Hawkeye asked, watching the smiling teen in interest.
"That's my niece, Hannah," Henry told them, still watching the film, his eyes starting to water, "She's one smart cookie."
"Is she visiting or something," Trapper asked, because he hadn't seen her before.
"Not really," he choked, "Lorraine told me in the letter she sent. Hannah's father is my brother, her mother died when she was five, and my brother died of a heart attack just recently. Lorraine wrote saying that Hannah agreed to staying with us until she finishes med. school. God, I didn't realize how much she's grown."
"Do you miss her," Hawkeye asked.
"I miss all of them. I just wish that I was there for Hannah. I can't understand why she would want to be a surgeon."
"Maybe you should ask her that when you go back home."
Radar had been silent, until suddenly he shouted, "Choppers," stopping the film, and running out. The three men looked at each other and then ran outside to meet the helicopters.
*****End Flashback*****
Those words, "Maybe you should ask her that when you get back home," kept playing in Hawkeye's mind. It kept playing over and over again, even when he slept. Henry was gone, dead, and so was Trapper, sent stateside. Even Frank was gone; not that he really missed Frank. Henry had been replaced by a Colonel Sherman Potter, Trapper by a Captain BJ Hunnicutt, and Frank had been replaced by a Major Charles Winchester.
'I'm by myself,' Hawkeye thought, but the silence was broken by the sounds of Radar running and shouting "Choppers!"
"How many?" Hawkeye asked.
"Too many."
"Shall we be going?" BJ asked, putting on his boots.
"I don't see why not," Hawk replied, getting to his feet, and then both of them shuffled quickly out the door.
On the buses arriving, there was a mixture of American soldiers and Korean civilians, many of them wounded. Jeeps that were arriving from the landings were the same. One jeep that pulled in, a soldier was sitting in the passenger side, and was holding a little Korean boy, who was very scared. Hawkeye ran over to the jeep, and first took the boy out of the soldier's arms, then the soldier said in a surprising female voice, "Could someone please take him to the orphanage?"
Father Mulcahy had just approached the jeep, and then seeing the soldier, asked her, "Hannah?"
The soldier raised her head, looking at Hawkeye, then to Padre and said, "Yes. What is it?"
"What happened?"
Hannah leaned back holding onto her left arm, and said, "An air attack on the village that we were staying at. All men that were able to grabbed the surviving villagers."
Hawkeye, who had been quiet this whole time, handed the boy over to Padre, got one of the nurses, and said, "Get this soldier to pre-op and see if Charles can do her."
"Yes sir."
"What's the matter Pierce," Colonel Potter asked from behind him, "Afraid of hurting the already hurt soldier?"
"No, it's not that sir," Pierce said, then asked the girl, "Hannah, what's your last name?"
"Blake," she said, then lost consciousness.
*****
All during the time he was in surgery, Hawkeye didn't make any smart remarks, didn't tell any jokes, and didn't sing. This worried a few people, even Margaret Houlihan, who knew that he would try anything when she was assisting him. After surgery, Hawkeye sat next to the bed Hannah was in. He kept fiddling with his hands, something Hawkeye wasn't known to do.
Margaret finally was fed up with it. She calmly walked over to the worried surgeon, and asked, "What makes this soldier so special that you have to sit over here like a worried hen?"
"Did you happen to take a look at her last name," Hawkeye countered.
She picked up the clipboard, read it, then gasped and dropped it. She looked from Hawkeye, to the girl, and asked, "Who is she?"
"She's Henry's niece. Trap and I watched a home movie that was sent by Henry's wife when he was still here. She's was studying to become a surgeon, and/or maybe a doctor. I wanted to ask her something that Henry wasn't able to."
"Well, she won't be able to. She's not due to be awake in a few hours," Margaret commented, pulling Hawkeye up, "That gives you enough time to rest, and get something to eat," she finished, pushing him towards the door.
Before he left, Hawkeye turned and said, "Farewell my love. Until we meet again."
"OUT!"
*****
Meanwhile, Colonel Potter was having a not too pleasant conversation with none other than everyone's favorite Colonel, that's right, Colonel Flagg.
"I don't see what the problem is Flagg," Potter said.
"I've just received word that a group of AWOL soldiers were stationed here, along with some Korean civilians."
"Well, we have a group of healing soldiers here, and a group of healing civilians, but I don't know anything about the soldiers being AWOL."
"Well, that's what they want you to think. The one who leaded them was their field surgeon, a Lieutenant Blake. My orders are to take them to Seoul and have them court martialed."
"You're going to court martial a group of – "
"AWOL soldiers Colonel," Flagg corrected.
Potter just looked at him and said, "Rrrrrrriiiiiiiggggghhhhhhttttt, court martial a group of AWOL soldiers because they helped civilians?"
"They went against orders. I was ordered to see them immediately."
"I don't think they're awake yet, but I guess you can ask them questions," Colonel Potter said, standing up, and leading Flagg to the Post-Op ward.
*****
Upon entering, Flagg looked around the room, and when he saw Hannah, he walked over to her cot, and said, "I finally caught you my prey."
Hannah's eyes were open, but didn't look at Flagg, and they didn't blink. Flagg just looked at her, and then asked, "What? Are you too upset that I finally caught you?"
There was still no response.
"Answer me you little -," Colonel Flagg said raising his fist, but was stopped by Hawkeye, who had just come in.
"Excuse me Flagg, but under act of wrong did we do to have you sent here?" the captain asked.
"It's nothing that a Captain should know about."
"Oh no, I beg to differ. You see, if one of our patients is going to be hurt while they're defenseless, I think we have the right to know."
"Fine, but not here, meet me at the officer's club at 2100 hours," he said, then turned to leave, but then looked at Hannah and said, "I will be back for you my prey. Remember, you can't escape while I'm on watch. Take one step out of here," indicating Post-Op, "And you'll by off to Seoul in a heartbeat." then left.
After a few seconds, Hawkeye heard a young female voice ask, "Is he gone yet?"
Hawkeye turned to see Hannah lifting herself onto her elbows, looking at the doctor. He walked over to her and said, "You shouldn't be moving so much."
"I know, and I must say that whoever patched me up did a good job. I can hardly see the stitches," she remarked looking at her left arm.
"That's the work of Charles Winchester. A good doctor but a bad person to live with."
Hannah laughed and said, "Well, whatever his personality, he sure knows what he's doing."
"You look hungry, do you want something to eat? I can send one of the nurses to get you something if you are."
"Actually I am, after living off of army rations for a few months, I'd like anything, but if I'm here a while, I might change my opinion."
"Alright," Hawkeye said, smiling, then called over the nearest person, "Klinger, can you come over here a moment?"
Klinger, in his nurse outfit, and pearl earrings came over, and asked, "You want something sir?"
"Bring this fine girl a tray of food from the Mess Tent."
"Yes sir," he said, turning and leaving, swinging his hips with every step.
"I see that he's still trying to get out on a Section 8," Hannah commented, causing Hawkeye to look at her.
"How do you know about Klinger," he asked.
"I read all of my uncle's letters while he was here, and I'm guessing you're Hawkeye Pierce."
"Speaking of your uncle, I have something to ask you."
"Shoot," she said, falling back onto her cot.
"What are you doing here? And why did you decide to go to med. school?"
Hannah just looked at him.
*****
Well, here you go, the first chapter, to my first M*A*S*H fic. I appreciate constructive criticism, but no flames. This story will continue if you want me to. So go on, R+R!
Here's an example of constructive criticism:
"So-and-so is a little out of character, he/she needs to be a bit more *place adjective here*."
And here's an example of a flame:
"This is crap! This is the crappiest piece of crap this side of Crappsville! You SUCK!"
