After about an hour's nap, Lieutenant Colonel Henry Blake stood in his khaki pants and navy-blue Iowa sweatshirt and his fishing cap, loaded with hooks and lures. His eyes scanned the tent their usual confused manner. His tent was littered with not only his dirty laundry, but also Nylons and braziers that Leslie left hanging above his cot. Henry shook his head at the irony. He's always yelling at Corporal Klinger (the designated camp transvestite) to get out of women's clothing, and here his tent was covered with it. He looked around his tent again, knowing that he needed to be doing something important, but for some reason, he couldn't place his finger on it.

He sat down on his cot to think. Unfortunately, he forgot the hanging laundry and his fishing lures got tangled in the pair of silk nylons that he had picked up for Leslie in Tokyo two months ago. He tried to untangle himself from the nylons, but ended up catching his finger on one of the hooks of his hat. Finally, he was fed up with trying to figure out what he was supposed to be doing, so he resolved to call on Radar. Radar was Henry's right hand, he always seemed to know just exactly what ever person in the MASH outfit would be doing at all times. Henry sucked air into his lungs, ready to bellow across the camp:

"RAD—"

"Yes sir?" Radar mumbled, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Henry's lungs expelled all the air he had anticipated yelling with.

"Don't DO that!" Henry said, startled with Radar's rapid appearance. "How many times do I have to tell you not to come here until I call you, even if you KNOW I'm going to call you!"

"Uh, yes sir, Colonel, sir."

Henry smiled confidently and clapped Radar on the back. "Good boy, now that that's settled…"

"You wanted to be ready to greet Nurse McLaurian when she arrives here at 1400 hours this afternoon. You also wanted to meet with Major Houlihan and have her arrange quarters for said new nurse and rearrange shifts to give some of the older nurses time off for resting and recreating…" Radar continued to rattle off Henry's schedule at an alarming rate until he was interrupted.

"Radar, how did you know that I was going to ask you what I was supposed to be doing today?"

Radar shrugged. "Why else would you call me, sir?"

"But you came before I called you!"

"That's because I knew you needed to know what you were supposed to be doing today."

Henry opened his mouth to argue, but then thought better of it. Radar's sense of logic always baffled Henry. They could go on for hours, repeating the same circle of a conversation over and over and never meet in the middle. Henry usually surrendered easily. "Alrighty, you're the boss." Henry said, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

"That's not funny." Radar replied quietly and indignantly, which only made Henry laugh.

"Okidoki, that will be all, Radar." Henry said, but Radar was already out the door, leaving Henry alone in his tent with nylons still stuck to his hat. But then, Radar stopped, turned around, and headed back towards Henry's tent.

"Yes, sir?" He asked.

"Radar…you did it again…you came before I knew I needed you." Radar hung his head in shame.

"I'm sorry sir."

"That's alright."

Radar smiled and spat out quickly "I'll tell Klinger that you want to see him in your office right away."

"No!" Said Henry; annoyed that Radar could guess what he wanted. "I want you to tell Klinger that I want to see him in my office right away." Henry had a habit of finishing his though, even if everyone around him were pages ahead of him in the conversation. Henry's hands found his hips as he sighed exasperatedly.

"Yes, sir." And Radar was off again.

Henry tried once more to unhook the nylons and he stabbed his finger again.

"Darn it," he whispered.