A/N: Wow. Umm... ok, ok, lemme try and justify myself a little before ya all yell at me for taking so long (I don't even dare to look exactly how long). For one, my computer decided to take a many month spaz break and didn't work. Second of all, my brain decided to take a many month spaz break as I could think of nothing to write in this story. As it is, this chapter is very short. But hopefully will tide you over until I have the time to write another-- much longer chapter. I'd like to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for giving me fourteen reviews for my chapter four! All together for my four chapters, I have fifty-two reviews which is beyond amazing because I set my bar low this time review wise, and I get a lot. Yay! Umm... sorry. Read and review! ThAnKs!
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"It's not him," BJ sighed and felt his knees go weak beneath him, as he looked back at Margaret, his eyes wide, "It's not him."
Margaret's breathing quickened as she learned in to investigate for herself if it was in fact another person. There was no doubt it was-- the blonde hair and slight moustache gave that away right away. She looked over and saw BJ hunched over on the ground away from the mess of it all.
"Hey," Margaret spoke as she walked over and put a hand on his back , "It's ok, it's not him. It'll all be ok. You'll see."
BJ shook his head, "No. The list-- they found his dog tags."
"So what?" Margaret's voice suddenly turned very stern, "Since when were you one to listen to 'Army Papers'?"
BJ glared at Margaret and spoke quietly before walking away, "Since it involved my best friend being on a death list."
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Hawkeye sat cross-legged in the white oblivion looking down at the small, black pearl eyes of the teddy bear.
"She didn't have a choice," Hawkeye spoke quietly after a moment as looked up at Henry, "Why the hell do I have to choose but she didn't!"
Henry looked down at his friend, "Hawk, think about it. She wasn't even four and her whole family had already been killed. To live would have been more cruel than death itself for her."
Hawkeye silently nodded.
It was a long while before he spoke again, and the word spoke for itself, "Mom."
Henry smiled, "She died when you were small didn't she?"
"Yeah," Hawkeye's voice cracked, "When I was ten years old. Cancer. Dad didn't even tell me that she had it until a week before she died."
"There's a fact right there that you have to consider," Henry nodded, "You could be with her."
"Yeah," Hawkeye paused, "But then Dad would be all by himself."
Henry's voice suddenly went down a few notches as he spoke, "But for how long?"
Hawkeye jumped to his feet, his eyes wide, "What the hell do you mean by that! Is Dad going to die? What's wrong with him? He didn't tell me anything was wrong! He--"
"Hey!" Henry put his hands on Hawkeye's shoulders to calm him down, "Easy Hawk. Nothing is wrong with your Dad. He's just getting old. Nobody lives forever-- you being a doctor should know that best of all."
Hawkeye sighed, "I know that Henry. But you being a doctor should know the urge to want to keep people alive and to help them."
"I don't want to make you think one thing or another Hawk," Henry hesitated as he looked directly into his eyes, "Are you sure you want to go back to a world of hate, death and hurt?"
Hawkeye stared a moment at Henry curious, when suddenly a question popped into his own head, "Did you have a choice Henry?"
Henry opened his mouth hesitantly to reply…
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"Sir! Sir!" Radar rushed into Colonel Potter's office, his face flush and looking pale.
"Whoaa!" Colonel Potter cried out as Radar nearly ploughed down Colonel Potter's painting he was working on, "Calm down Son. What's going on?"
Radar, only slightly caught off guard by the unusualness of the Colonel painting at such a stressful time, moved around the painting and gave a piece of paper to Colonel Potter, "We just got this message from I-Corps Sir."
Colonel Potter read the few lines of the paper through, and then could only stare at it as his face became pale.
...to be continued...
A/N: It's a short chapter, I know. And I apologize greatly for it, but I really hope that this chapter is good, and that you enjoy it. I also have a rad idea of what's going to happen next, so I promise you won't have to wait long for the next chapter. Lemme know what you think, anything is welcome-- even flames... go for it! You've read, now review! ThAnKs!