Three days passed by very quickly. The night before I was supposed to leave, I went to see Margaret.

"I can't believe you're leaving tomorrow," she said. "It seems like you just got here and I was screaming at you about Donald's letter."

"If someone would have told me we would be friends...I would have said they were insane. But now look at us."

"I have something for you," said Margaret. She handed me a book, and I opened it.

"Wow. 'A History of the 4077th, by Major Margaret Houlihan, for Captain Jaclyn Pierce,' " I read. "You didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to," she replied. "I got everyone to dig up all the material they could find on the unit. There's even an article from Hawkeye's hometown newspaper about it."

"Margaret," I said, "you're the greatest."

The next day I woke up at seven and wondered why no one had gotten me up beforehand. Then I remembered.

In an hour and a half I was leaving.

I got into my dress uniform (it hadn't had much wear) and went into the mess tent for some breakfast.

"Morning, ma'am," said Igor. "Today's your last day, isn't it?"

"Yep," I said. "Is this oatmeal or eggs?"

"Eggs...I think."

"Thanks." I took the tray and sat down by B.J., Charles, and Father Mulchay.

Breakfast was fast and quiet. I went to post-op to check on the patients before I had to go and pack.

"You don't have to be here today," Margaret said as I checked a clipboard on Sergeant Patrickson.

"I want to," I said.

A few minutes later, I looked up to see Hawkeye in the doorway. He motioned toward me.

"Well," I said as we went into the scrub room.

"Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Does anyone know you're going home?"

"No," I answered. "I'm transferring onto a plane that will land in Wilkton, and then I'll call Elliot."

"Hawkeye!" Margaret called.

"What is it?" he asked.

"McCalen's blood pressure's away down."

He rushed into the room.

I went back to my tent and got the rest of my packing done.

At nine-twenty I was out at the Jeep. Klinger himself was going to drive me to Kimpo.

Everyone had said their goodbyes--B.J., Father Mulchay, and Charles at breakfast, Margaret the night before, Colonel Potter after I left post-op. Well, ALMOST everyone.

Hawkeye hadn't.

"We'd better get going or you'll miss your flight to freedom," Klinger said.

"Wait," I said. "Just hold the jeep a minute."

I raced into post-op. "Hawkeye?"

"He's not here," Margaret said. She clapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh no..."

"What?" I asked.

"Colonel Potter sent him to the 8063rd to pick up some supplies," she gasped. "They think your flight leaves at two o'clock, not ten-thirty."

"Give a piece of paper."

She handed me one.

I pulled a pen out of my pocket and began to write quickly.

Dear Hawkeye,

I know that Trapper didn't leave you a note before he left, so I had to write one, even if it's incredibly sloppy and mis-spelled.

You and Margaret have saved me from myself here. Thank you for all you've done. I love you more than you'll ever know.

Your wife,

Jaclyn

"Will you make sure he gets this?" I asked Margaret.

"Sure," she said. "You'd better get going."

I hugged her. "Bye,"

"Bye," she whispered.

"All right," I hollered to Klinger. "Let's go."

And we did.

A/N: This would be an evil place to stop a story, don't you think? I have a temptation to, but I won't.