He pulls me close as we dance around the coronel's office, everyone watching as we attempted to create the perfect gift for B.J. on his anniversary with Peggy. And I must admit, Hawkeye's suggestion for the tape recorder was perfect. B.J. was transfixed on the projector screen as he watched his wife exhibited the tasks that the two of them would do if only this stupid war had not gotten in the way.

When Charles had suggested that I take the role of a dance partner for B.J. as a substitute for Peg, I, of course, loved the idea. Charles does seem the romantic type even though I doubt he would ever admit to it. Blue bloods always hide behind their money, but they could often surprise you with acts from the heart. A true officer and a gentleman.

I look up at B.J., now, and see him looking into my eyes. With any other man, I would relish in the attention, but with B.J. I know better. I love him, of course, but only as a brother. I know he is not seeing me. He sees Peg, and that is how it should be. They really are a cute couple. No, I am not upset by this. If anything, I guess I am a bit jealous. It has been a long time since someone has looked at me this way.

Donald had looked at me for a very brief time like this during our first few days together but somewhere along the line, I think I always knew he never truly loved me. Frank was interested in the here and now of our relationship. I do not think anyone could stand his insufferableness and so at any opportunity for love, he jumped at it. First his wife, then me. In the end, it almost scared me how obsessed for companionship he became.

People only saw my exterior. In the past, I would fall into the arms of any man who so much as gave me a compliment. Now, I am getting older and looks are beginning to fade. I want to be able to give my heart to someone like B.J. Someone who would treat me with respect, kindness, and love. I am afraid that my years spent here have made me callous and downright mean to the men here. They see me more as a mother figure with how I reprimand them due to my higher rank. I guess that is the price to pay for being a strong woman in the military.

But my greatest fear is that at the end of this career of mine, that I will be a lonely old divorcee with no children, no real home, and no husband. Apart from being in the army, that was always my greatest goal in life.

I rest my chin on B.J.'s shoulder as he glides us along the office as Soon Chi plays his harmonica with a wonderful tune. The hauntingly beautiful song echoes against the walls and I close my eyes as I listen, imagining if I was with the man I was meant to be with. I imagine a strong arm around my waist and the hand of its equal holding mine. I imagine him whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I imagine him leaning in to kiss me, pouring in as much passion and love as he can muster.

All at once, I notice the music has stopped and B.J. has stopped moving us. I pull away slightly as I look into his eyes once again. Tears are streaming down his eyes and he smiles at me and I can feel the wall of tears in my own, finally, collapse.

"Thank you, Margaret." whispers B.J. into my ear as the others lightly applaud. "You really made this anniversary special." He pulls me into a hug, and I wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him back. "You really are a wonderful woman, and any man would be lucky to have you."

I smiled up at him. "Thank you, B.J. I hope he's like you!"

"Me, too. You deserve the best." We laugh together and give one more hug before parting.

As B.J. addressed the others with his thanks, I look around the room and think about what he said to me a moment ago. Any man would be lucky to have you. But which one.

My eyes settle on Hawkeye, who I find is, also, staring at me in return with a subtle smile on his face.

Maybe, just maybe…