Just then, Radar came in. With his hand over the untied mask, he spoke up. "Trapper, Sir, you got a call from your wife."
"What kind of call was it?"
"Well, she'd only say that it was nice knowing you, but she can't take the pressure of having a husband who was in the Army. She needed to find another man to be with."
Trapper was speechless. "Damn it," he said. "Major, close for me. Henry, how many more do we have left?"
"We can spare you, McIntyre," Henry said. "Go see what the problem is with your personal life. Radar..."
Before Henry could finish what he wanted to finish, Radar replied back, "...get McIntyre's wife on the phone. See if she wants to talk to her husband."
Henry had that look on his face like he didn't want Radar to say what he was going to say before he did.
"Please, I promise I'm coming home in one piece. You do want me to return on foot, right? Okay then, so why don't you want to be with me anymore?"
It was a tough time trying to get his wife to listen to him. Trapper was doing everything he could do to try to be with his wife when he got home, but nothing in his power was working.
"Fine then. Tell Kathy and Becky that I love them. Okay, okay. Bye." He hung up the phone.
Hawkeye burst into Radar's office with two martinis in hand. He set one down by the phone, hoping that his buddy would accept it. Trapper just gave it back to him. "Here," he said. "I don't need one."
"Why not? Is it something I did? Is it something I'm going to do but haven't done it yet?"
"Nope. It's nothing about you. I'm done with her. As soon as I get back to the States, we're getting divorced." Trapper started to cry as soon as he said that. "Can I have that martini now? Maybe that will take the pain off of it."
Hawkeye gave the martini to Trapper. "Let's go back to the Swamp. You're starting to look like a train wreck as we speak. You need the rest."
At that moment, Margaret ran up to the two of them. "McIntyre," she said. "Are you all right? Did everything work out between the two of you?"
Trapper shook his head, indicating to the Major that things didn't work out the way he wanted it to go. Margaret was starting to feel sorry for Trapper. She gave him a kiss on the lips and said to him, "Maybe when you're feeling a little better, you can come to my tent and we can talk about this."
McIntyre knew he was gaining a friend just as quickly as he was losing a few valuable people in his life, but how long would it last for him? Would being with Margaret be too much for him?
