At eleven pm on the third night, when Radar was just about on the verge of a nervous breakdown and the Colonel had become convinced of the very worst, a young woman came stumbling into camp, covered in blood, clutching the body of a very small Korean child in her arms.

"Help! Somebody help! Wounded child!" she yelled hoarsely, gulping for air between words. Her throat was dry and the words came out barely above a loud whisper.

"Who goes there?" demanded Klinger, coming out of the shadows wearing a dress and pointing a rifle.

"Help!" she yelled again, her voice becoming stronger. "This child is wounded, he needs a doctor!"

"Oh my god," said Klinger, dropping the gun and running to her aid. Together they lowered the boy to the ground. "Stay here, I'll get Captain Pierce. Don't worry, he's the best in Korea." With a pat on the girl's shoulder, he ran off to the swamp.

"Hawkeye! Hawkeye, get up!" Klinger entered the doctor's tent and shook him roughly.

"What?" Hawkeye mumbled, swatting randomly at Klinger's face. "No, go away. It's not the end of the war yet."

"We got a wounded kid out here!"

That got his attention. He sat up and rubbed his face, then fumbled around for his pants. "What? Who? A local?"

"No, my neighbour's kid in Toledo," Klinger quipped, but there was no humour in his voice. "Of course, a local! I think he's hurt pretty bad."

"Thanks Doc," Hawkeye said as he pulled on his boots. BJ stirred in his sleep.

"Will you keep it down? Some of us have to work in the morning."

"And some of us have to work now. Up, Beej. We got a customer. Wounded kid in camp," Hawkeye said, now throwing BJ's pants onto his bed before heading for the door.

BJ sat up abruptly as Hawkeye left. "A kid?" he asked, frowning at Klinger.

"Yeah, real small one too. He came in with a girl; I don't know where the hell they've been but they look terrible."

BJ threw his clothes on and both he and Klinger ran out the door.