Okay, here is the fourth chapter of this story!

Now I've been doing some thinking, and I've come up with a few stuff to feature in this chapter. Keep in mind that this is still the early part of the story where Andrew starts to get used to the 4077 while showcasing trademark traits for the character.

Anyway, for this chapter, the mail has arrived at the 4077, Andrew learns a bit about the place and Margaret, and some other stuff will be shown too. How will this go? Find out now!


THE FOLLOWING MORNING; AT THE SWAMP - 8:12

A fresh new day shined onto the 4077. At the Swamp, in particular, we see the four personnel just kicking back for a bit. Hawkeye, BJ, and Charles were doing their usual things, while Andrew was just reading another magazine that he brought with him. He had been thinking back to what took place last night. It had been confirmed that he and the head nurse had developed a friendship, which he was grateful for.

In addition to that, he found out that the blonde nurse had pulled pranks on the two captains on occasions. He could actually picture how it would go, and it seemed to be hilarious now that he thought about it. He really needs to see her pull one of them on Hawkeye and BJ soon. He convinced himself that he'd get a kick out of it.

Andrew smirked to himself as he continued reading quietly. The silence was starting to get to Captain Pierce, who noticed that the major hasn't said anything this morning.

"Hey, Andrew? You've been a little quiet this morning," he queried. "How are you holding up?"

"Huh?" Andrew looked up and saw the captain who was speaking to him. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure about that?" Pierce asked, not entirely convinced.

"Yes. I'm sure," Andrew told him. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason," the black-haired captain shrugged. "Just wondering why you're giving us the silent treatment this morning."

"Yeah, after the way you snapped at us yesterday morning in the mess tent, we were wondering about that," Hunnicut spoke up.

"Oh," Andrew sighed. "Look guys, let's just forget about that ever happening, okay?"

BJ shrugged his shoulders, not objecting to it. "Sounds good enough for me. How about you Hawkeye?"

"Oh sure, sure," Hawkeye replied. "It wouldn't be in our dream to bring it up again."

"Gentlemen, could you cease the chatter," Charles told them. "I'm trying to read."

"Oh yes, of course! Heaven forbid that we can't do anything to upset Charles and his inflated ego," said Pierce.

"Ahem, that's easy for you to say, Pierce," Winchester rolled his eyes.

"Why am I not surprised," Andrew groaned, pinching his nose.

Before anything else could be said, someone entered the Swamp. That someone, in particular, happened to be Radar, and he had a sack in his hands. Said sack was the mailbag that contained some of the mail that was sent to the unit from the states or elsewhere.

"Uh, hello sirs," Radar announced, getting their attention.

"Well lookie here. If it isn't the delivery boy himself," Hawkeye greeted.

"Hello Radar," Andrew smiled, putting down his magazine.

"Howdy-do, stranger," said Hunnicutt.

"I take it that there is a reason for you stopping by our tent," Charles proclaimed impatiently. "Out with it, corporal!"

"Oh, yes sir," Radar showed them the mailbag. "We just got some mail delivered straight to the compound."

"They actually have mail sent to this unit?" Andrew questioned.

"Oh yes major," the corporal answered. "We get mail from all over the place. Mostly from the United States, but you know what I mean."

"Yeah," the major said slowly.

"Anyway, we got mail for everyone," he took out a stack of envelopes and looked through them. "Okay, we got one for Pierce. One for Hunnicut. One for Winchester. And one for Peterson."

He handed them out while saying that, in the order that he went in. Once he was finished, he picked up the sack that had the rest of the mail in it.

"Well, what do you know," Andrew observed his letter. "They really do get the mail to our unit."

"That's Radar for ya," Hawkeye announced. "Neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow could keep him away from the swamp."

"And he delivers our valuables to us," Hunnicutt added.

"Yes, I know," Radar said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta deliver the rest of the mail to the remainder of the camp. I'll talk to you guys later."

The others (mainly Hawkeye, BJ, and Andrew) gave him their farewells before the company clerk left to deliver the rest of the mail. From there, the four personnel looked at the individual letters that they got.

The only thing that Andrew had gotten was a letter from I-Corps, which officially confirmed that he was fully registered into the 4077 according to the paperwork that was forwarded there. Andrew didn't see it as anything important, so he put it away.

"Aw, nuts," he heard BJ groan at what he got.

"What is it," the major asked, looking curious.

"It's nothing. It's just another occupant," the captain tossed it into the trash barrel. "Damn it. I wish I could get something good for once."

"Haha, too bad for you, Hunnicutt," Winchester told him. "I just got a notification that I've been officially subscribed."

"Subscribed to what?" Andrew queried.

"Only the possession for some of the finest records in classical music," Charles said. "Beethoven, Mozart, all of the world's famous."

Just be sure not to keep me up at night with that cockamamie stuff. Andrew thought as he rolled his eyes.

It was then the silence was broken when Hawkeye saw what he got.

"Oh ho ho! It's here! It's finally here," the sound of his voice was comparable to that of a child who was given a lollipop.

"What's here?" Peterson raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, what's going on Hawkeye?" Hunnicutt followed.

"Only the dandiest magazine that I've subscribed to," Hawkeye took a sniff of it. "Ah, it smells in fresh mint condition!"

"I don't get it," Andrew was at a loss. "What kind of magazine?"

"This kind of magazine," Hawkeye then showed it to Andrew, as well as to BJ and Charles.

Simply put, the cover had a photo of a rather curvy-looking woman with blonde hair and a ton of skin being shown, wearing only a bra, panties, and high heels. Just looking at it for a brief second got Andrew feeling disturbed.

"Seriously Pierce? Your reading a dirty magazine," he asked, with a hint of agitation.

"Yes seriously," Hawkeye yelled. "I've been wondering if this was to ever show up! I thought that this would never get through the U.S Army Postal Service! But I guess that it slipped past a few radars."

"Uhhh...Pierce," Andrew told him, maintaining a stoic expression. "I hate to say this, but I'm kinda disturbed."

"Yes, Pierce. And I really hate to say it, but I do believe that Major Peterson has a point," Winchester admit, albeit begrudgingly. "That kind of magazine shouldn't have gotten past the army, and I do not take interest in pervertic magazine featuring women looking their best to be attractive!"

"Oh hush up Charles," Hawkeye snorted. "I'm just happy it finally arrived!"

"I don't what the big deal is Hawk," BJ admitted. "What's so great about it?"

"Oh come on, Beej," Hawkeye hollered while grinning. "Surely you should have expected this from me! And I bet there are a ton of naughty pictures in here too."

Feeling like he didn't want to hear Hawkeye go off on this, Andrew got out of bed and headed for the door.

"Guys, I'm gonna go to the mess tent right now before Hawkeye begins to brag about seeing women completely naked," Andrew informed them as he left.

"Indeed. I chose not to take part in this ludicrous debate any longer," Winchester got up from bed. "Therefore, I should tend to the mess tent for whatever slop they are serving today. I bid you adieu for now."

As Charles left, BJ decided to take his leave as well. "Yeah, I'm gonna go get some breakfast at the mess tent too. Hawkeye, you coming or what?"

"Alright, alright," Hawkeye watched BJ walk towards the door. "Leave all the fun for me, why don't you?"

As soon as BJ walked out, Hawkeye put the magazine under his pillow, before heading out and joining the others at the mess tent...


IN THE MESS TENT:

It seemed that some of the personnel were just arriving to get their breakfast right now. Andrew was one of the first in line to have gotten it with the empty tray in his hand.

"Good morning sir," the cook Igor said. "Feeling in a better mood, today?"

"Well, now that you mention it, yes," Andrew answered. "Is breakfast going to be the same slop that was here yesterday?"

"Oh no, sir. Today's breakfast is a different kind of slop," the cook admitted.

"Alright. Alright. I'll just have what everyone else is having," Andrew sighed.

"Coming right up," he took the tray and put a new kind of slop onto the tray, and gave it to the major. "Here you go, sir."

"Thanks," the major said as he got another cup of coffee for today. Hopefully, he won't forget it this time.

Once he was done with that, he found the same table he sat at yesterday, deserted. He took a seat and attempt to eat the stuff. He had to force himself to swallow at least a few bites of it to qualify as breakfast. It wasn't easy, but he was managing. He took some sips of coffee as he stayed alone for the new few minutes. He hoped that today, people would give him too much trouble with sitting at this table. And he certainly hoped that Margaret isn't driven away from this table again. He would make sure that she isn't.


After a few minutes, we see Radar having gotten his breakfast and coffee as he saw that Andrew was sitting alone at the table. Deciding to keep him company, the corporal walked over to the table and got his attention.

"Excuse me, major," he started. "I see that you're sitting at this table alone. May I keep you company for a bit?"

"Sure. Knock yourself out," Andrew had a small smile as Radar sat on the left chair right next to Andrew.

"Thank you, sir," Radar got himself comfortable as he noticed Andrew's tray. "So I see that you've learned about the slop that they serve here, right?"

"Oh yes. Yes, I have, Radar," Andrew confirmed. "I've had to force myself to swallow some of it. It isn't easy, but I'm managing."

"Ah, okay," Radar didn't argue with that. "I'm glad that your trying to manage through it, major."

"Yeah," Andrew bobbed his head as the company clerk continued to eat.

Next to approach the table was Hawkeye and BJ, who already had their trays of food in their hands.

"Excuse me, sir? Is this seat taken," Captain Pierce pointed to the seat right across from Andrew.

"Join the club," Andrew deadpanned, allowing him to take a seat.

"And it's alright if I sit here too, right?" Captain Hunnicutt queried.

"Sure," the major said as BJ sat in the seat right across from Radar.

"Ahem, pardon my intrusion, but I do believe that I am allowed to sit at this table too, right," Charles got his attention.

"Fine."

Major Winchester then took the seat right next to Hawkeye and got situated. Silence clouded them for a few minutes as they were eating their breakfast, or in Andrew's case, forcing it down his throat. Suddenly, Hawkeye decided to break the ice.

"Can you believe it?! I was this close to reading that magazine that I got!"

"Magazine," Radar was confused. "What are you talking about Pierce?"

"He's referring to the dirty magazine that he got in the mail this morning," Andrew answered in discomfort. "You know, it's a magazine with naked women?"

"Oh geez sir," Radar's cheek went rosy red as he tried to cover his face with his beanie cap. "Please, not while I'm eating."

"Oh relax Radar," Hawkeye told him. "You're a growing boy after all. And it's natural to feel that way."

"That's easy for you to say, Captain Pierce," Radar told him in embarrassment.

"You know, I could've sworn that I came to the mess tent so we wouldn't talk about that subject any further," Charles proclaimed.

"Yeah, just drop it, Pierce," Andrew requested. "Please don't talk about it anymore."

"I'm with them on that one," BJ agreed with the two majors.

"Okay, fine," Hawkeye huffed. "No need to be a couple of killjoys on my watch."

Andrew rolled his eyes as none of them said another word about the subject. As of right now, it was entirely dropped.


"Ah hmm, I beg your pardon doctors and Radar," now it was Father Mulcahy who decided to join the table. "But would it be alright with Major Peterson if I can sit at this table again?"

Andrew thought for a moment, and he didn't see a problem with it. However, there was going to be a catch to it this time around.

"Oh yes, Padre. You can sit at this table. But uh...umm...umm..."

Father Mulcahy was confused by this reaction at first until he took a closer and saw that Andrew was pointing to the chair on his right side, and then he waved his hand sideways across his neck and shook his head, which indicated that he couldn't sit there. The Chaplin managed to catch on to what he was trying to say to him.

"Oh, I see," he started. "I can sit at the table, but not in the chair next to your right side. Because you have it reserved for a certain someone to join us, right?"

Andrew nodded, glad that he got what he was saying.

"Very well. I'll respect your wishes Major," this time, Father Mulcahy took the seat right next to Winchester, as he started to eat his breakfast.

From there, Andrew looked around the mess tent to see if the someone who he reserved that seat for was coming. This didn't go unnoticed by Hawkeye though.

"What are you looking for Andrew," he asked before realizing what was going on. A reserved seat. Looking for a certain someone. It made plenty of sense to him. He decided to tease him about it. "Oh, I get it. You're looking to see if a certain Major Margaret Houlihan can sit at the table today, so the two of you could plan out a rendezvous together."

This immediately got Andrew to feel flustered, as he knew what he was thinking.

"Oh shut up Pierce! I don't like her that way," he denied.

"Sure you don't Andrew," Hawkeye smirked, not buying it for a moment. "Sure you don't."

Andrew's blush deepened, which only further proved what Hawkeye was thinking. Thankfully, the others weren't paying attention to it. In BJ's case, he was staying out of it.

Some temporary relief came in the form of Maxwell Klinger, who was wearing a hula skirt right underneath his t-shirt. The others weren't too surprised by that though, considering what his intention was.

"Good morning sirs," he announced. "What's all the hubbub about today?"

Andrew was about to say something, but Hawkeye cut in the middle of it.

"Andrew here is just waiting for Margaret to show up," he said shamelessly.

"Put a lid on it, Pierce," the major hissed. "I don't know what kind of thoughts are popping up in that pervertic head of yours, but I'm telling you that it isn't true!"

"Right, and I'm the Queen of England," Hawkeye retorted, rolling his eyes.

"Queen of England?" Klinger spoke up, not caring what Hawkeye was saying before since he mentioned the Queen of England. "Come to think of it, I've been thinking about pulling that routine on the colonel...That's it! I'll dress up as the Queen of England, and he'll have to send me back home to Toledo! It's brilliant!"

"Yeah. Good luck trying to convince him, Klinger," Andrew told him as Klinger sat right next to BJ.

"Just don't be surprised if the colonel finds something to say just to get you to change your mind," Radar added.

"Hey, it's in the bag," Klinger proclaimed confidently. "It's going to work this time."

"Hello guys," a woman's voice got their attention.

They looked and saw that it was Margaret, who walked on over and stood right behind the chair placed next to Andrew's right side.

"Can I sit in this seat, Major," she asked Andrew, pointing to the chair.

"Yes. Go on ahead," Andrew said with a smile.

"Yeah, please do join us at this table, Margaret. Your casano..." Hawkeye found himself trailing off when he saw that Andrew was giving him a soft glare, a way of warning him without words to 'shut his mouth'. "Never mind. Please take your seat."

Andrew's gaze softened up as Margaret got herself comfortable in that particular seat.

"So, how are you doing today, Andrew?" Margaret asked, calling him by his first name.

"Pretty good, Margaret," Andrew answered, following in her footsteps. "Thank you for asking."

"You're welcome."

"Hey, hold on a moment," Hawkeye tried to speak again. "Since when did you two decide to call each other by your first names?"

"That's none of your business, Pierce," Margaret gave him a stern look.

"Yeah, so do us a favor and keep that nose to yourself," Andrew said, also giving him a cross expression.

"Okay fine, fine," the captain held his hands up. "You haven't heard it from me."

The tension was gone as quickly as it came, as the group decided to eat their breakfast for a bit.


Soon enough, we see Colonel Potter enter the mess tent as he then walked over to the table where the whole gang was sitting at.

"Good morning folks," he said to them.

"Good morning Colonel," they all said in unison.

Colonel Potter didn't need permission as he took a seat right next to Radar. After getting situated, he decided to ask Radar a question.

"Say Radar, did you get any calls from the front about anything," he asked.

"Uh yes sir," the company clerk nodded. "I got a message telling us that there shouldn't be any casualties today. It seems that things have been going easy for us."

"Well that's fantastic news Radar," Potter was relieved. "I don't know about you folks, but we've been getting off easy."

"Yeah, ever since Andrew joined our outfit, we had it easy," BJ said. "One could even say that the new major brought us good luck."

"Now Hunnicutt, I can assure you that I didn't bring us good luck," Andrew said modestly. "Everything that has been happening was a bunch of coincidences."

"I concur," Charles got his comment out. "I do believe that we should leave all this superstitious nonsense to the less fortunate."

"If you ask me, I think we should drop this tomfoolery altogether," Colonel Potter insisted.

"Speaking of tomfoolery sir," Klinger began to speak.

"No." Potter cut him off, almost as if he knew what was going to be said.

"Alright," Klinger sighed in defeat.

"Uh, if I may lay out my theory," Father Mulcahy spoke. "I do believe that the good Lord has given us some slack."

"Maybe," Andrew shrugged. "It's quite possible, I guess."

"Either that or we should go to I Corps and find out if the war is over and that we can all go home," Hawkeye huffed.

"If you ask me, I don't care what the reason for it is," Margaret commented. "I've been feeling a lot of relief since I finally settled all of the divorce procedures with Donald Penobscott."

The others agreed with that...except for Andrew, who had no idea who that was and what she was talking about.

"Uhhh, I'm at a lost," he asked honestly. "Who is that?"

The others caught onto this as Radar shook his head. "Oh shoot. You weren't here when it happened."

"That's right! I forgot that the newbie was sitting at the same table as us," Hawkeye said sarcastically. "Major Andrew, Donald Penobscott was the man that Margaret married."

"He was my husband," Margaret spoke up. "But now he's my ex, as I had divorced him."

"Uh, I'm afraid to ask why," Andrew wondered.

"Because he was a lousy no-good sneak and a weasel who was unfaithful, and ran off on me. He lied to me when he said that we could make our marriage work out," Margaret answered his question.

Andrew spent the next couple of minutes taking all of this in. He had some mixed emotions about what was revealed to him. On one hand, he felt bad that Margaret had to reach that point where she divorced this Donald character when he was being unfaithful, especially since he married her in the first place. On the other hand, Andrew couldn't help but feel this strange source of relief that she was no longer married, and that she was more than likely single. He felt that she shouldn't have to put up with that kind of a husband. She deserves better than that.

After spending the next couple of minutes being silent, Andrew finally decided to say something about it.

"Uhh, Margaret? I'm sorry that that happened," he said shyly.

"Don't apologize, Andrew," she insisted. "Divorcing his sorry ass was the best decision that I ever made."

"Yeah," he couldn't disagree with that. "Well...it's his loss. He truly missed out on something special that you could have given him...I think...I honestly think he doesn't deserve someone like you, Margaret if he's going to run off on you..."

The others paid attention to how he struggled to say that. It's as if he felt that it could get awkward. But they decided to butt out of it and not get involved. In Hawkeye's case, he had a feeling as to where Andrew was going with it, but he decided to bite his tongue, at least for now.

As far as Margaret is concerned, she had no idea that Andrew had a way with words. She felt rather grateful, and she also felt something else too. She just wasn't sure of it.

"Well, that was really sweet of you to say," she said sounding genuinely grateful. "Thank you, Andrew."

"Your welcome Margaret."

"I daresay, how anyone could marry that boarish bozo is beyond me," Charles huffed.

"Oh? And I suppose you could do better?" Andrew asked sarcastically.

"Now Andrew, we shouldn't get too mad at Charles," Hawkeye insisted, as there was something else that he decided to share. "In fact, before Charles joined our outfit, there was another guy who was a major who was much worse than Winchester."

That caught Andrew's attention as he gave the chief surgeon an incredulous look.

"Worse than Winchester?" Andrew honestly didn't think there was someone who acted worse than Charles, but he decided to ask of it anyway.

"Yeah, the last major was kind of a tyrant," he explained. "And whenever our C.O would be away, he would take over and run it like a dictator."

"And he often treated the place like a boot camp," BJ added.

Something about that got Andrew to smirk. "Maybe he just wanted to remind you that this is the U.S. Army."

"Not this guy," Hawkeye shook his head. "He once forbid us from consuming alcohol. He also impounded the still in the Swamp."

"It's true. And he was always breathing down my back when I least expect it," Radar spoke up. "He even tried to take my teddy bear away from me."

Andrew turned to look at Radar for a second. "Teddy bear?"

"Yes. Please don't judge me," Radar sounded embarrassed.

"It's no problem at all," he told Radar before facing Hawkeye again. "Please continue Pierce."

"Right. As I was saying, the guy would often put me and BJ on report for doing things against his wishes," the captain continued. "He even threatened to court-martial us for even saying some insults towards him. Even if you as much as try to hit him, he would go demanding for you to get court-martialed."

Andrew looked at them with a blank look. "You serious about that?"

"Cross my heart," Hawkeye said while holding his hand out.

The major shook his head. "I have to say it, but I think this previous major might have been awfully petty and disproportionate if he's threatening to court-martial someone for something so minor."

"That how we felt about it," BJ pointed out. "He was just impossible to tolerate."

"Now guys, I know that he isn't a great person at all," Margaret spoke up. "But I can't find myself hating him."

"Say what you want about him Margaret, but you know it's true," Hawkeye insisted. "Major Burns was the most deplorable person ever assigned to our unit."

Andrew felt himself flinch when Hawkeye said that name. It sounded so familiar. He could've sworn that he's heard the name from somewhere before.

"Wait a minute, what did he look like," he queried cautiously.

"He was tall, skinny, had beady eyes and brown hair," Hawkeye described him.

"You can't miss him," BJ added.

Andrew took all that in for a moment, and after thinking about it, it started to come back to him. He knew exactly who they were talking about.

"Awwww," he pinched the bridge of his nose. "You don't mean Lieutenant Colonel Frank Burns, do you?"

"Yup. That's exactly who I'm talking about," Hawkeye confirmed it.

Silence filled the table for a moment or so. It seems some stuff in the air needed to be cleared up.

"You met him in person, Peterson," Potter asked him.

"Kinda. I did meet him at an army convention that I went to more than 6 months ago," Andrew confessed, as he then shook his head in embarrassment. "Oh geez, the man is a complete pushover!"

"That's him alright," Hawkeye pointed his finger towards Andrew as he said that. "Good ol' ferret face."

"Same old Frank that we all remember," BJ shrugged.

"And if that wasn't enough, he kept whimpering like a dog and had constantly uttered under his breath 'Margaret. Margaret. Margaret.'," Andrew then turned to face the blonde head nurse sitting next to him. "I take it that he was referring to you, right?"

"Yes..." Margaret answered honestly with shame.

"Oh yeah, that's definitely Frank Burns," Hawkeye said conclusively.

"Yeah. He is definitely a jackass. And yet, at the same time, I did feel some pity for him," Andrew said honestly. "I mean, it's clear that the guy has a lot of mental problems going on if that makes sense."

"I think it makes more than enough sense major," Colonel Potter said. "Considering how he reacted to Margaret's engagement."

"Yeah. Oh man, he seriously lost it," Radar muttered, shaking his head.

"Well the point is, I can see why you would say that he's worse than Winchester," Andrew got to the point. "I wasn't here before, but I can take your word for it guys."

No one else decided to argue with that, as they dropped it entirely.


After a few more minutes, they were all set with eating and wanted to take their business elsewhere.

"Alright, I'm about done with eating," Colonel Potter said. "I'm going to go for a walk around the compound."

"Yeah, I got to take care of the forms that need to be sorted," Radar proclaimed.

"I think we all have something we want to do," Hawkeye suggested. "Why don't we call this a 15-minute recess?"

"It's a win-win," BJ added. "So why not?"

"I think I should tend to my tent, if you don't mind," Father Mulcahy told them.

"Yes. I think I'd rather head back to the Swamp than to stick around here any longer with this dreck," Winchester proclaimed. "So if you don't mind."

"I think I'm about done with this stuff," Andrew tossed his tray into the trash can.

"And besides, I have to plan for my next Section 8 scheme!" Klinger proclaimed.

This got Colonel Potter to shake his head at how he wasn't going to give up this nonsense.

"I think I should go too," Margaret announced.

"Well, let's disperse," Hawkeye insisted. "I got a magazine to check out anyway."

No one else decided to stick around as they left the mess tent and then went in separate directions.


Andrew had no idea what he should do now with no casualties coming. He could go back to the Swamp, but he heard Winchester planning on going back there, probably to listen to his record player. He really didn't want to put up with that, so he decided to take his business elsewhere. He just had no idea where exactly.

Wait a minute...

"Hey Andrew," a voice got him out of his train of thoughts as he turned around.

The voice belonged to Major Houlihan. It seems that she had nothing to do, judging by the look on her face. Andrew came to a stop as she approached him.

"What is it Margaret," he asked her.

"Well, since we aren't expecting any casualties, and since I've got nothing to do," she started. "I was wondering if you'd like to hang out for a bit."

She gave him a genuine smile as a result. How could he possibly say no to her? This is the head nurse he was thinking about. Besides, it was confirmed that they are friends last night, so what's the harm? Not like he had anything to do anyway.

"Sure. I would love that," Andrew accepted the offer.

"Great," she seemed happy. "I can show you some of the other places in this M*A*S*H unit. My treat."

"That would be great," Andrew admitted. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. That's what friends are for."

"Yeah," he had to agree with that. "So uh...shall we get going?"

"Yes," she wasted no time in giving that answer.

And so the two of them decided to hang out for a bit while the head nurse shows the major where some of the other places are in this unit. As it turns out, he was starting to fit into this unit.

And he was happy to have been put into this M*A*S*H unit, since none of the others could compare to this one, despite the flaws shown here. Things were beginning to look up for him here...


END OF CHAPTER 4...

Well, that's it for this chapter. I hope this story is going along just fine, based on what I wrote so far.

Now I don't have much to say this time. Although I do want to say this: the next chapter is going to be a special chapter where Andrew writes a letter to his mom about what he has experienced at the M*A*S*H 4077 while including scenes of him with some of the characters. Want to know how the letter turns out for him? Find out, next time readers!

You know the drill. Only leave constructive criticism if you plan to be nice about it. And if you do have positive reviews, feel free to leave some.

Otherwise, I got nothing else to say here. So until the next chapter comes out, I do hope you enjoy this story so far. And with that said and done, thanks again for reading guys!