"Oh...my...God..."
There was a crowd around Trapper and Margaret, who had just returned from R&R in Tokyo...in a drunken state, nonetheless. The rest of the doctors and nurses were glad to see the two of them back safe and sound. Margaret started screaming. "Where's Ferret Face," she said.
Frank wasn't too pleased to hear his nickname from her. He walked over to his former companion. "Don't call me Ferret Face again, Major. Even a superior officer should know better," Frank huffed. "By the way, you have a letter waiting for you in your tent. I think you should go take a look at it when you get a chance."
Margaret nodded her head and raised her index finger, indicating that she'd look at it later. "When I get off of my post-op shift tonight," she said.
A few hours later, after she had come off of her shift, Margaret opened Frank's letter addressed to her. She was clearly pissed off once she read the contents of it. Trapper John's a jackass? She's the only person in Frank's life? Margaret had enough of the letter. She droppedit on the ground and stormed out of her tent.
She was out for blood...Frank's blood.
Margaret headed towards the Swamp, hoping to find the man who called Trapper a "jackass" in the letter. Once she arrived, she banged on the door. Hawkeye let her know she was welcome to come in. She saw him and Trapper holding Frank steady.
With one swing of her fist, she landed a punch. When she looked up, she gasped. "What have you done," Hawkeye yelled. He then ran out of the Swamp and towards Henry's office.
Henry and Radar were discussing tomorrow's duty roster when Hawkeye rushed in. "Henry," he said. "Margaret just knocked one of your doctors out. You'll never guess who it was."
All three of them ran to the Swamp. Henry couldn't believe who Margaret had hit.
"Damn it! McIntyre, are you all right?"
