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Trapper tried very hard to remember when and where he had met this woman before. He checked her out again: average height, curvy figure, slender legs and straight long brown hair that had been tousled by the drive. She was really beautiful, but so were many other women he knew. "And there I thought you were madly in love with me," the girl said faking a pout, "but I guess you followed every girl around like a puppy. Especially when you knew her boyfriend was the quarterback that made you lose a big game. Well, you never stood a chance. I was head over heels in love with … What was his name?" "Burk McCallahan," Trapper piped up, suddenly remembering the college year she was talking about. "Emma Lathen, how could I forget?" "I don't know, but I'm glad you remember now," she stated.
"Me too," Trapper said and gave her another hug. Then he introduced her to Hawkeye "Hawkeye Pierce, Emma Lathen. Shake hands." They did as ordered. "Hawkeye is my best friend in this miserable place and one of the finest surgeons I've ever worked with." "That's right!" Hawkeye confirmed. Emma shook her had "And a very modest one, I see." "I'm normally a really humble person. Right Trap?" Hawkeye defended himself. Trapper decided not to answer. Instead he asked "So Emma, what are you doing here?" She shrugged her shoulders "I was sent here by General Baker. He wanted me to show you some new routines that could facilitate the post-op care." "Oh. Well, don't take me wrong, but we were expecting a surgeon. At least that's what Henry told us." Trapper said surprised. "Another chauvinist," she groaned. "You doctor, me doctor" she said while first pointing at the MASH-surgeons and then at herself. They looked stunned, but hadn't any time to ask more questions. Radar was making his way in their direction.
Walter Radar O'Reilly, the company clerk of the 4077th, hurried down the path from Colonel Blake's office. He looked troubled. "Sirs…" "What's up, Radar?" Hawkeye asked. "Klinger had another fight with the cook. He said he saw him laughing at one of his dresses a few weeks ago. And you know that the nurses did an inventory of supplies yesterday? Well, Major Houlihan ordered them to do another one, just because one blanket was missing. Not to forget Major Burns, he ordered every enlisted man to do callisthenics. Everybody has gone crazy and the colonel wanted me to check if the Major from Tokyo General has arrived yet. You seen him?" "Actually they have. Dr. Lathen as ordered." Emma said. "Ma'am?" Radar asked confused. "Major Emma Lathen, M.D. Here are my papers." Radar took the papers and studied them for a moment, then he saluted her. Emma just laughed "Please, I don't want to be reminded I'm really in the Army." She held out her hand to shake Radar's "Please call me Emma." Radar took Emma's hand and shook it carefully "Corporal Walter O'Reilly. You can call me Radar. Everybody does." And before Emma could ask any questions Hawkeye said "Don't ask. You'll probably find out soon enough." "Well then, we shouldn't let the colonel wait, should we?" Emma asked and Radar responded "Let me handle your bags ma'am and follow me." "Radar, I told you to call me Emma" the major pointed out. "Yes ma'am." The eager corporal said and without further hesitation he walked away. Emma looked desperate. "We tried to teach him to cut out the sirs since we first got here. I guess it's a lost case" Trapper reassured her. Hawkeye nodded and said "Let's pay our fearless leader another visit." Together they made their way over to Colonel Blake's office.