Margaret couldn't believe that Trapper still had feelings towards his ex-wife, and she tried to put all of the attention on her by acting more like the nurses. She'd get all dolled up, waiting for the perfect chance to jump all over the distraught Captain. But for some reason, nothing would work. When she heard that he was to go to Tokyo for a week, she knew she had to follow him.
"Colonel, I'd like to have three days of R&R in Tokyo. Please. It's very important," Margaret said to Henry a day after Trapper had left. "I'm getting very sick and tired of Frank following me around. If I walk into my tent, I'm sure he'll follow me in and try to...well, seduce me or something along the lines of that!"
Henry couldn't believe what the Major was saying. "Well then...let me see what I can do for you. Radar..."
The short Corporal walked into Henry's office with a 3-day pass to Tokyo in his hand. "Here you go, Sir," Radar said. "A 3-day pass for the Major Missus to go to Tokyo." He gave the slip of paper to Henry for him to sign.
"You just have fun on your trip. Don't worry about anything. If one of the nurses screws up, I'm sure Major Burns will be on my back, waiting for me to punish her." And with one salute, Margaret was off to the land of the rising sun, hoping to spend a rising and setting sun with Trapper.
Meanwhile, in one of Tokyo's popular military bars, Trapper was washing away his sorrows with a martini. "Damn it," he said to the now empty room. "Why does everything have to happen to me? First, I get sucked into the war. Then my ex-wife divorces me and I can't see my kids. This sucks."
Just then, a familiar voice piped up from the entrance of the bar. "You're just the face I wanted to see." It was Margaret, finally glad to see Trapper's face for the first time in a day. "Is this seat taken?" Before Trapper could get a word in edgewise, Margaret took the empty seat between himself and a very drunk 2-star General.
"Why are you here," the Captain declared. "I thought I told Henry that I didn't want to be seen by someone from the camp. I guess his short-term memory kicked in."
"I came by to see if you were all right. And I wanted to see your handsome face."
Trapper's eyes widened. "How's this for a scenario: the two of us go back to my room and we can talk about each other's lives and medical profiles. That sound like a good idea?"
Margaret smiled. She knew she'd been struck by Cupid's arrow when Trapper said that, but she didn't want to sound so love struck in front of him. "You know something? I think that's starting to sound like a perfect night to me."
As the two of them walked out of the bar, Trapper put his arm around Margaret's waist. He then spun her around so her eyes made direct contact with his. And the two of them kissed for the longest time. They knew it was going to be the start of something, but they didn't know what they were going to start. In their minds, they really didn't care.
Later that night, as the sound of music started to fill the air, Trapper and Margaret laid in bed together. There were a few small pecks on the cheek here and there, but they had done something that would make even the most romantic soldier jealous.
"That session was great," Margaret said, staring straight up at the ceiling. "I hope Frank doesn't find out about this. He'd harass me for the rest of the war."
Trapper smiled. "Let's make sure he doesn't, and hope that he doesn't squeeze the truth out of us." He gave a little chuckle after that.
After he said that, the two bedspread-covered soldiers looked out the window, only to catch the rising sun and the start of a brand new relationship.
(Author's Note: This is not...I repeat, this is NOT the end of the story. There's more to come. Will Frank ever find out what happened? If so, what will he do about it? Will Margaret and Trapper ever forgive Frank if he does find out? That and more is still to come!)
