The 4077th was in the middle of a very quiet night. Hawkeye was in the middle of a post-op shift, Henry was in his tent, sleeping with one Lieutenant Leslie Scorch, and Margaret and Trapper were still in Tokyo, preparing to return the next day. At this hour, if you weren't on post-op duty, then you were asleep.
But there was one person who couldn't doze off. It was Frank. For some strange and perverted reason, his mind was set on Margaret and what she could be doing on R&R. He turned on the light near his writing table, grabbed a pen and a notepad, and started to write what appeared to be a letter. After a few crossouts and rewrites, he re-read what he had just written:
Dear Margaret,
I'm starting to see you hanging out with Pierce and McIntyre these days. Especially McIntyre. Is there really something that you see in him that you never saw in me?
Don't ask why I wrote that. It's just that we never get to spend time and do anything together anymore. Every time you come to the Swamp, you'd like to be with McIntyre, leaving me in the dust. I just don't get it!
You used to agree with me whenever I said that McIntyre's one of the biggest jackasses in this camp. And now you think the man's drop dead sexy?
Margaret Houlihan, I have feelings for only one person in my life. And that person is you. So, in spite of all the things that have happened so far, I have come up with the following message for you...
It's the sweet love that you give to me That makes me believe we can make it through anything 'Cause when it all comes down And I'm feeling like I'll never last I just lean on you 'cause baby You're my better half
Signed,
Frank
He stuck the letter in an empty envelope and brought it over to Margaret's tent. He stuck the envelope under the door. "I hope you still have feelings for me," Frank said.
