I wanted to show Hawkeye in a much different light than the happy go lucky drunk that people tend to see. I got introduced to M*A*S*H very reluctantly via parents, but slowly I started to pray for the end of the day to sit and curl up on the sofa with my family and watch it. Amazingly, I found out about the lyrics to the theme song later on, you know: Through early morning fog I see...I didn't realize how much the song affected me until a friend committed suicide in my freshman year in high school ironically, it helped a lot. Anyway, after putting a damper on things, I shall give you the story you are wanting or found from boredom.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way or form, own any M*A*S*H, the theme, or any references to anything I may or may not accidentally put into this story.
Fun disclaimer: if I owned M*A*S*H I would've made Frank's last name be ferret. Clearly this never happened, alas I do not own this glorious show.
June 29th, 1950
Waking up on the plane wasn't the best experience for the newly appointed 'Captain Benjamin Franklin Peirce'; the landing gear slammed down on the runway and the plane slowly taxied to a halt. He stood from the cramped seat as he tried to re-aline the vertebrae that had been cramped for hours. Grabbing the brown hat that was given to him before leaving for Korea, Ben made his way out of the plane and into the hot climate of the Asain country.
'This is nothing like Maine.', he thought, remembering the last day he was there. It had been slightly chilly, being so far north and the ocean had been choppy because of the rain from the previous night. Here in Korea, it was the polar opposite. Trees were melting into the ground, trying to find solace from the blazing sun. Looking around heat waves blurred the ground and surrounding areas, creating mirage like shapes in the air.
"Captain Peirce", a voice called out, "come with me." Ben turned and faced an older man with olive drab fatigues, looking closer, he saw the shining bars that marked the soldier as a major.
"Of course sir, lead the way.", he waited for the major to start walking before hefting his duffel over his shoulderand quickly followed him.
They walked down many corridors and past many offices before halting at one at the end of a hall, the name plate read 'Colonel Harrison'. Nervously, Ben stepped into the office and stood in front of the imposing desk the dominated the room. Sitting in a chair, a regal man was talking coldly into the phone, "Now you listen here", he began, "I am ordering you to deal with the problem, I have a man here who needs those orders.' There was a pause as the other side of thecconversation had a say. "Yes, I realize that this will take some time but how long?" Another pause. " Three weeks!" The man exploded, "This needs to be taken care of now! I'm giving you two weeks, if it's not done, I will personally court marshal you." He slammed the receiver down before turning to Ben."I apologize for this snafu."
Ben furrowed his brow, "Pardon me?" He was confused,"What is wrong?"
The colonel sighed before straightening in his seat, "It appears that the war department has lost your transfer paperwork. I'll have to assign you to a unit for now until it comes in." The colonel paused in deep trepidation. "Sadly, the only unit open is on the front lines. Sorry lad, you're in for hell. Pack up and head for a chopper, the 339th marine corps needs a medic."
Panic only set in after the shock had disapated, well after the helicopter took off.
A/N: I do realize that this was short but it is only the prologue. I will try fo update as frequently as possible. Until then.