The second installment of At hells front door. I realized that in the prologue I used bars instead of the majors oak leaf, i will try to fix that as soon as possible. Thanks to WinterFrost15 and ShigureAyameHatoriFanClub for reviewing (I think that Shigure had a little to much sugar before that crazy,but awesome review). Now for Chapter 1 of At hells front door.

Disclaimer: I do not own M*A*S*H or any references in this story.

Fun disclaimer: If I owned M*A*S*H, Klinger would never get that section 8... Oh, wait...

June 29th,1950

'...Don't think about it. Just don't. It's okay, going to the front lines is no big deal. Not at all. Someone just messed up on your orders. It's okay. Relax. Nothing is wrong. This happens sometimes. Why did this happen to me? Why do I have to go? Why me? I don't understand. Why me?...'

The shuddering of the helicopter shook Ben out of his panic as the aerial vehicle lowered to the ground. He glanced down at the terrain, seeing the brush and the dust swirling around as the choppers blades tear though the air. The land looked like the base he had just left, dusty and barren. He wasn't sure what part of Korea he was in now but that didn't change anything. He was still trapped. Trapped in fatigues, and a 'police action' he never wanted to be a part of. Trapped in a foreign country thousands of miles away from home. Trapped at the front lines in the middle of a war zone.

'Trapped', he thought was a fitting word for his predicament. He remembered an English class back in Crabapple Cove. His teacher had told them to choose words from a hat then write the definition. He had grabbed the word 'Trap'. And so he wrote; Trap: to catch or prevent from escaping. Also see: confine, ensnare, and capture. The one that stood out the most to him was what the teacher had written down on the side of his paper in red ink: To have something held tightly by something so that it cannot move or be freed. It fit. Really, it did. He was the thing being held down while the war wouldn't let him go no matter how hard he tried.

Once the Helicopter touched down, Ben looked at the pilot. he was a coarse man who had smoked a cigar the whole ride there judging by the large quantity of smoke engulfing the cockpit. The pilot looked at him for a second before saying two words. "Your stop."

Ben blinked in shock (as this had been the only words on this trip) before quickly grabbing his meager belongings and jumping out of his seat. He turned, watching the rotors of the chopper pick up speed then take off. He heard the pilot mumble something under his breathe which sounded suspiciously like 'god rest his soul'. The captain stood there for a moment trying to collect himself as the helicopter ducked behind purple mountains. Sighing,he picked up his bag and standard gun that was given to him at the base, and started heading down the trail towards the american camp of the 339th marine corps. After walking for a while, he was ambushed by multiple troops in olive drab fatigues, about 15 in total.

He paused before asking casually, "Would you be the 339th?" A few of the lower ranking troops, privates he reminded himmself, snorted in amusement before a tall man stepped forward to greet him. The man stopped short of Ben and seemed to be sizing him up.

"Yes." The man replied, his deep voice strict yet at the same time relaxed. The paradoxes in this man confused the captain. "I'm Lieutenant Colonel Donovan. It's a pleasure." The colonel paused before continuing, "Would you happen to be Captain Pierce? I-Corps said you were coming. A substitute, right?"

At this, Ben nodded, "Yes sir. My orders got misplaced so they sent me to you until they find them... or not." He looked around and saw the sympathy on the surrounding peoples faces.

"To bad. You should never start on the front line." The colonel frowned. "I don't want to call you captain, gets way to complicated. You got a nickname you can go by?"

Ben nodded sheepishly,"You can call me Hawkeye."

"As in Last of the Mohicans." Donovan chuckled briefly. "Good book."

He would have continued talking but a mortar shell exploded some twenty five yards away from the small gathering of troops. Everyone raced for cover in a small ditch of the side of the beaten path. Ben glanced around, heart beating wildly. The colonel seemed to notice and smirked a little. "Well", Donovan said dryly, finishing his former statement, "welcome to Korea,Hawkeye. Ready for some on the job training?"

A/N: To wrap this up i suggest that people pay close attention to names and the like as it might get a little confusing otherwise. Also, this is a lot longer. I feel very accomplished! Once again I will try to update soon but no promises.