"Says they never even got a warning. Hit number one, boom - the jeep went up in flames with the driver and two of our nurses in it. Either somebody's a very good shot or the Chinese got real lucky. Amy says they'd stopped by the side of the road because she was carsick. She walks ten yards, throws up, turns back and the jeep is just a burning black skeleton."

Hawkeye, BJ and Margaret sat in Colonel Potter's office, taking his story in. The operation on the Korean boy had been a success, but nobody felt much like celebrating.

"That poor girl," Margaret said. "She must feel awful."

"Hit the nail on the head, Major. But that's not the whole story. She's out in the middle of nowhere, no help to be found, radio burnt to a crisp, so she decides to walk the rest of the way to camp and maybe find help on the way. Instead she gets lost and finds a North Korean foot patrol about three miles up the road. The kid had to hide up a tree while they went past, but wouldn't you know it - they decided to camp out for the night."

"Let me guess," BJ said ruefully. "Right under her tree?"

"Right underneath."

"Oh my god," Margaret said, clamping a hand to her mouth.

BJ inhaled deeply. "It's lucky the human brain rarely thinks to look above eye level, or she'd be dead now."

"Or worse," Hawkeye added, grimacing.

"What about the boy, Colonel? Where'd she find him?" BJ asked.

"Minefield a few miles from here," Colonel Potter said grimly. "Says he was like that when she found him, so god knows how long he'd lay there bleeding."

"She pulled him out of a minefield?"

"Well, she didn't realise it was minefield at the time. Took her four and a half hours to get him here, and she carried him all the way with a sprained ankle."

Hawkeye frowned. "How'd she sprain her ankle?"

"She can't remember," said Colonel Potter, shaking his head. "I've had Radar put her up in VIP quarters for tonight. I don't think she'd be up to meeting any new roommates just yet. Margaret, I'd like you to have a chat to her tomorrow. Let her know what to expect around here when wounded start pouring in."

"Of course, Colonel."

BJ frowned. "Colonel, do you think it's a good idea to throw her into it straight away? Maybe we should give her a few days to collect herself."

"No, I think it's best that she get into the swing of things straight away. A sense of normalcy will help."

"And what could be more normal than this place?" Hawkeye said.