Authors Note: Here you go, been a little while, but its Christmas break now so it should quicken up again, though now I'm sick so I don't know what's going on. I have decided that I am going to take Radar out of first person point of view and put him in third person, I don't think I can keep pulling off his first person view, I am not to good at that. So bear with me and I'm sorry if you want him in first person but he still will be a KEY character as will Dr. Daniel Pierce (Hawkeye's father) in later chapters.

That word I asked about at the end of the chapter "antidisestablishmentarianism" thanks to those of you who guessed it means "the act of some one who does not appose an established order" which basically means, someone who is FOR an establishment. So yeah, lol, I'm such a nerd.

Chapter 22

Out and About

Radar watched Margaret leave Hawkeye's room. Even Colonel Potter didn't realize, he had heard the conversation with Dr. Pierce and Radar agreed whole heartedly with the decision.

"Hiya, Hawkeye," he said plopping down in the chair next to his bed. Hawkeye say cross-legged playing solitaire, "feeling better?"

"No," came the sharp response.

Radar started at the tone, "what's wrong?"

Hawkeye slammed the cards down and stood only to begin pacing restlessly, "I'm tired of being in here, I'm going mad, I feel like a prisoner in here," he went to the window and stared out at the field, "who's in charge here?'

"Colonel Potter, Captain,"

"Will you fetch him for me, Radar?"

"Yes, sir,"

"What can I do for you, son?" Hawkeye merely raised his eyebrow at the word 'son' and didn't comment.

"I want to get out of here, sir," Radar had informed Colonel Potter of the accent but had not yet spoken to him so the thickness of it took him by surprise.

"Colonel Sherman Potter," he offered his hand and Hawkeye took it, with a slightly suspicious look.

"I would like to give you my full name, Colonel, but I'm afraid I can't remember it all,"

"Benjamin Franklin Hawkeye Pierce," Potter explained.

"Why 'Hawkeye'?"

"That book, son," he explained pointing to the Italian version, "The Last of the Mohicans,"

"Off the character Hawkeye," it was a comment not actually a question.

"Now, on to your former request, you can leave when you want to,"

"That err….accampamento…in English…camp, do they know of my…" he waved his hand around his head as if that said it all.

Potter smiled at his lesser command for English, "yes, don't worry about it, son,"

"Thank you, Colonel,"

"No problem,"

………

Radar and Hawkeye stayed in the room for another hour or two before Hawkeye slowly began to venture out into O.R, Radar discreetly kept him away from the patients so as not to cause confusion. Outside was bright and sunny the nurses were out in bunches talking and laughing, the enlisted men were playing soccer or 'calcio' as Hawkeye commented. BJ and Margaret were absorbed in a conversation outside the mess tent where Charles and the Father walked over to join them.

………

Hawkeye watched them with a sense of envy and slight disgust with himself for not remembering more about them. He let his eyes roam over the people around him, many nurses winked at him and he could only muster a nervous smile. BJ caught his attention and waved him over with a huge smile.

"Hey, Hawk, I see you're feeling better,"

"Yes, much, thank you," he shifted awkwardly in front of them.

"Well, Hawkeye, it's nice to see you up and about, Sister Teresa expects me, and I must be off," Father Mulcahny made a quick escape of the tense situation, Charles soon followed with the explanation of 'helping the Father out.'

"Radar, you go on, I'm sure Colonel Potter needs you," BJ shooed Radar away leaving Margaret and him to lead him to the SWAMP.

When they walked in Hawkeye smiled, "Alcool….Gin," BJ laughed and poor them each a drink, "is this really my place the…err….SWAMP?"

"Yep, you're bunk is right where you're sitting," Hawkeye looked around him in fascination of his worldly possessions, "who is she?" Hawkeye asked holding up a pictured of his mother, "this is my…madre..?" he trailed off.

"You're mother, yes, she died when you were young," Margaret said softly.

"And this?" he held up another picture of Trapper in a bath robe holding a golf club.

"Trapper John McIntyre, he used to be hear before he was sent home, he was a draftee too," BJ smiled sadly when there was no recognition, "you were pretty eaten up about it,"

"Oh,"

"I don't know if you heard, Hawkeye…" Margaret said, as he continued to explore, "you're father is coming to Korea,"

Hawkeye's head snapped up and there was panic in his eyes, "why?" he tried hiding it by nervously placing the pictures back in the proper places on the stand.

"Dr. Freedman, Sidney, thinks that it will help jog your memory,"

"Who says I want to remember?" Hawkeye said standing as if to leave.

"What….Hawkeye?" BJ grabbed his arm, who in turn tensed and wrenched it away.

"Maybe I just want to start fresh, start over, maybe there are things I don't want to remember, and how do you know?" Hawkeye snapped eyes glazing over in anger.

"Hawkeye," Margaret pleaded with him softly, "I know this is tough for you –"

"No you don't! You have no idea," he hissed. He turned away ashamed, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I have no idea,"

End Chapter 22

Out and About

Italian Notes

Alcool – Alcohol

Madre – Mother

Calcio – Soccer

There ya go, hope you like and you weren't too disappointed. I will update soon! Please drop a review and let me know what you think of it!

Ani