Meanwhile, the men were getting drunk in the Swamp. Each one had about three beers and plenty of martinis, but nobody seemed to care. Henry was there, and they knew that Henry wouldn't punish them for getting drunk during a celebration like this.
Frank, on the other hand, was in the Supply room, sitting in the corner, his hands covering his face. "Damn it, tomorrow's the biggest day in Margaret's life, and I can't believe I'm not happy for her," he said out loud in front of an empty room. A puzzled look came across his face. "Did I say that? Let me rephrase that...why the hell is she getting married to a nert like McIntyre? She knows she could have been with better people in camp. But no, she had to be with him." Frank got up from his corner. "That bitch is starting to get on my nerves now."
Back in the Mess Tent, Margaret stood up. "Listen," she said. "I'm going to go to the latrine for a moment. You behave for me, or else you'll be court-martialed once the wedding's over." She headed to the nurses' latrine when she spotted Frank walking across the compound.
"Frank, where are you going? What are you doing?"
"Margaret," he started, "you listen to me, and you listen to me good. This is the one thing that I didn't want to see you do since you got here over a year ago. What do I think of you getting married to McIntyre? For one thing, I hate it! Why you think McIntyre's the best thing on two legs here is one thing, but tying the knot with him is a completely different story!"
Margaret looked at Frank. "Major Burns, you're really delirious. Are you sure you're feeling okay?" The two of them headed to the Swamp, where Frank then barged in on the bachelor and his party. He went over to his footlocker and grabbed a gun out of it. "Frank," Margaret called from inside. "What are you doing with that gun?"
"Doing something that I should have done a while ago. Don't try to stop me, Major Houlihan." Frank then walked out of the Swamp and stood in the middle of the compound. "3...2...1..."
A gunshot was heard from all corners of the 4077 camp. Everybody rushed out from where they were at that time to see Frank lying in the middle of the compound in a very bloody mess. There were three bullet holes in the middle of his chest. Margaret felt for a pulse.
"He has no pulse...he's dead..."
