Hawkeye was was up to his elbows in blood and guts. Colonel Potter was defiantly right when he said to expect a heavy load of casualties. The kid he was working on had bad chest wounds. He felt bad for him, he can't be over 19...that damned war.
"It's a good thing you got back in time Pierce, I don't think these boys could have made it with one less surgeon."
Hawkeye looked up at Colonel Potter. He had just finished putting the final stitches on his kid when they brought a new one over to his table. Does it ever end?
"Colonel, if you don't mind, I'd like to go check on Kyong Soon's mother as soon as this session is done."
Colonel Potter briefly looked up at Hawkeye before retuning his attention to the stomach filled with shrapnel before him. "I don't mind, Pierce, but how much of this 'checking' is on the mother?"
Hawkeye turned to hear B.J. chuckle.
"Oh, would you cut that out!"
Charles smirked under his mask. "I see, so you can make wisecracks all day, but when our dear old Colonel makes one, you become mister grouch."
Colonel Potter squinted his eyes. "Did you just call me old?"
Just before Charles had the chance to respond, Klinger came rushing into the OR, over to Hawkeye's table.
"Captain!" Klinger Shouted
Hawkeye brought his attention up to Klinger. "What is it, Klinger?"
Then Hawkeye noticed Klinger's eyes were filled with worry.
"What is it, what's wrong?"
"It's that old woman with pneumonia."
Hawkeye felt his heart skip a beat. "Tell me, what's wrong..."
"We just got word that she's not doing good, you need to get to her estate immediately."
Hawkeye frowned under his mask as he continued to dig around in a kid's body looking for shrapnel. "Can't you see I'm up to my knees in this kid's guts!?"
Klinger sighed and walked away. "I'll get a Jeep ready for you, sir."
Hawkeye wished the Father was there, because he sure needed his prayers answered.
"Please, hold on till I get there...hold on..."