This is not what I expected. At all. Nobody respects you here. Not even those who you trust from the start of your stay. The doctors are wisecracks and the nurses either don't give you the right instruments or they talk back to you like you're the one who did something wrong. Seriously, all of this negativity is starting to drive me insane.
The trust part is getting to me as well. There's this one great woman in camp, and she's about to marry a higher-ranked soldier. Lieutenant Colonel. I'm telling you, I'm starting to lose the feeling that she's a valuable part of my life, seeing her marry this unibrowed jerk. (Just to let you know, the name's Donald Penobscott. Very Margaret-like to see her marry him without breaking up with me.)
As reality sinks in, I have no choice in life but to leave this hellhole and return to my normal, Americanized life. I no longer want to be called Major Frank Burns.
The next day, Frank was absent without leave, never to return to the 4077.
