Dear Diary,

I think he's the cutest man in camp. Sure, he's a captain and all, and he's married with two girls, but this is some serious stuff. If I'm ever going to get his attention, I might as well do it when I'm working with him during a future OR session. You never know. Maybe one day he'll break up with Louise and go towards me.

I think I'm in love with Trapper John McIntyre.

Margaret had just finished writing in her diary. It was the only thing that would take her mind off of Frank, Trapper, the war and anything else she wanted to get out of her mind. But after seeing what she had wrote, she couldn't resist writing one more thing in it:

Did I mention I think McIntyre's pretty cute?

She smiled at what she wrote, closed the diary and tucked it back inside the side table next to her bed. Just then, she heard a knock on her tent door. "Who is it," she said.

"Margaret, it's Frank."

"Who?"

"I'm sorry. Let me try it again. Margaret, it's Major Burns." Before Margaret could get up off of her bed to open the door, Frank had taken control and walked straight in. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers that he had picked for Margaret.

Margaret took one look at the flowers. "Where did you get them," she asked.

"I got them next to the minefield. They were the only flowers that weren't blown up in the patch." Frank then proceeded to hand the flowers to Margaret.

Frank, you know I'm allergic to mums, Margaret thought to herself. If you knew I was allergic to mums, then why are you giving them to me? Before she could utter those words, she said, "Why, these are gorgeous. Thank you, Major Burns."

Once again, there was a knock at the door. "Now who is it," Margaret asked.

Klinger walked in. Always trying to get out of the Army wearing women's clothes, he was wearing one of the most fabulous wedding dresses this side of the Pacific Ocean. "Sir," he said. "You're needed in post-op. Your patient is having complications again."

You could tell Frank was clearly starting to lose his cool again. "Fine. And by the way, you're going on report for wearing that ridiculous piece of clothing!" He stormed out of Margaret's tent with Klinger in tow. Margaret shook her head and headed for the Mess Tent, hoping she'd find comfort in the war surplus food.

When she walked in, she was warmly greeted by Trapper. "Nice to see you here," he said. "You can come and sit here if you'd like." He pointed to an empty part of the table across from him. Margaret sat down.

"McIntyre, I'd like to say..." She knew that she wanted to repeat the words she wrote in her diary, but she didn't know if Trapper would take it seriously or not. "I think you're...cute."

Trapper didn't know whether to react stunned or a bit happier than usual. "When did you think I was cute?"

"Well, it sparked on me the first time I met you. I knew from that point forward that I should try to get your attention and hopefully, I could see if things work out between the two of us. Besides, I think you're better for me than Ferret Face Burns. He's starting to creep me out."

Just then, the PA system blared the announcement of wounded. It was time to put the love interest to the test.