"Margaret, are you really getting married to Trapper," Henry asked the female Major during another round of surgery. It was a week until the big day, and the doctors and nurses were anxiously preparing to see Margaret and Trapper tie the knot.
With a big smile on her face (hidden by the mask), Margaret replied, "Yes. We are. Can you believe it?"
"Not really," Hawkeye commentated. He was going to be the Best Man during the wedding, as stated by Trapper the night before. "It's more of a sudden shock going down my spine." He pointed to the instrument tray. "Nurse, could you hand me the Metzenbaum scissors?"
The nurse handed Hawkeye the aforementioned tool, turned to Margaret, and whispered to her. "Major, do you know what your wedding gown looks like?"
"Not yet," Margaret whispered back. "I think I'm going to free hand one and see how it turns out." She called for Radar. "Corporal O'Reilly? Come here for a moment please."
Radar walked over to her. "Yes, ma'am? You need something sterile or something?"
"No. I need you to be my dummy when I make my wedding gown."
"What wedding gown? Is it almost time for you and Captain McIntyre to tie the knot?"
Margaret rolled her eyes. "Yes, it's almost that time. I'll tell you when you should report to the Mess Tent. You got that?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now go get some more gloves. We're running low."
Without a sound, Radar headed for the Supply Room to get some more gloves. He ran into Klinger on the way there. "Hey, Klinger! Major Houlihan and Captain McIntyre are going to get married in a week," He said.
"Are you sure she doesn't need to borrow my wedding gown? It'll fit her perfectly."
"I'm not sure. She said she was going to sew it herself."
"If she needs one at the last second, she knows where to turn to." Another ambulance came speeding into the compound. "There's my call," Klinger said as he ran towards the ambulance with his high heels on. "I have to go. Listen, I'll talk to you after this session's over, all right?"
Radar nodded. "All right."
This was the start of a very busy week.
