Disclaimer: MASH and its characters... Not mine. Hogan's Heroes and its characters... Not mine. "Who You'd Be Today" by Kenny Chesney... Not mine. William Magnus... Hey, that one is actually mine!

Who You'd Be Today
by J.T. Magnus, "Turbo"

General William Magnus, United States Army sat down in the grass next to his wife...

"Sometimes I wonder what you would've done... Would you see the world? Would you chase your dreams? Maybe settle down with a family?" He asked, then paused for a moment, "I wonder what would you'd have named your babies?"

Thinking back, he remembered when they had first met in Korea...

First Lieutenant William Magnus jumped out of the jeep in the middle of the compound of the Mobile Army Surgical Hospital that he had just been assigned to. The difference between himself and many of the others assigned to the unit was that he wasn't a doctor, corpsman, nurse or even an MP. Since World War II, Magnus had been in Military Intelligence.

There had been a request from Colonel Flagg in the Criminal Investigative Division for long-term observation of the 4077th MASH unit, which was where he came in, that was his assignment. Of course, Magnus knew well that Flagg had a habit of making mountains out of molehills, so for all he knew they had treated a South Korean soldier and muttered about the U.S. Army's ability to screw things up and Flagg had turned it into the major incidents in his report. That was what he was there to find out.

The reason that General Hogan had assigned him, one of the general's own men from World War II, and not someone else was because of certain quirks that existed at the 4077th, including a disregard of sides when treating injured people, one of the few African-American doctors in the Korean Theater, and most importantly a lack of military disipline. It wouldn't be that different from the situation that existed at the German Luft Stalag 13 ten years before. German civilians and military personnel in the underground had been as much allies as the Allied flyers in the camp, men like James Kinchloe and Richard Baker he owed his life to dozens of times over, and from then-Colonel Hogan keeping Oberst Klink off-balanced in the beginning to the later days when Klink and a number of the guards were more on the side of the 'unsung heroes' than the German military whose uniforms they wore, Stalag Thirteen was not a normal prison camp.

Lifting his bag out of the back of the jeep and onto his shoulder, Will looked around the compound before stopping a passing nurse.

"Excuse me, Lieutenant, which way to the Kommandant's office?"

"I'm sorry, whose office?" The dark-skinned, doe-eyed nurse asked.

Will shook his head, old habits died hard, it was a camp like Stalag Thirteen had been, so he had automatically thought of the commanding officer's office as the 'Kommandant's office', "Sorry, the CO's office?"

The nurse pointed down the main path through the camp, "Straight down that way, sir, in the main building."

"Thank you, Lieutenant... I'm sorry, I'm afraid I forgot to ask your name," Will looked around.

"Bayliss, sir, Ginger Bayliss."

"Okay, there's one thing I have to say, I've been an officer for a very short time, you say 'sir' and I look around for Colonels and Generals, call me Lieutenant, or Will," He smiled, "I'd prefer the second."

"Yes, si- Will."

"Thank you... Ginger," he nodded, trying not to blush. Even at twenty-eight, even in his second war, he was still a little unprepared when it came to the females of the species. Maybe not so bad as Andy had been, but no where near Peter, Louis or Jim, and certainly not on par with Rob when it came to dealing with them.

Looking around the camp again as he started walking, Will couldn't help but chuckle to himself, "Maybe I'll dig a couple tunnels for old times' sake..."

That was almost fifty years ago, Will thought, and he still knew why he had been attracted to Ginger from the start. Even through all the blood and death, her eyes still shone with life.

Sighing, Will traced his fingers over the letters engraved into the white granite, "God knows how I miss you... All the hell I've been through, just knowing no one could take your place."

Bowing his head, he whispered, "It ain't fair, you died too young... too young... if you were still alive and died the day before I do it'd still be too young for you to die, Ginger..."

Before he stood up to leave, Will traced the letters one last time...

Genevieve 'Ginger' Magnus
1923 - 1976
First Lieutenant,
United States Army
Medical Corps.