Winchester walked out from Klinger's area to the camp bulletin board. He was laughing to himself. Hadn't felt that good in a long time – especially at the 4077th.
Margaret noticed his mood, "Major, you're in a good mood."
"Indeed, Margaret," Winchester replied, "I have freed myself of a troublesome burden."
"You must have talked to Dr. Bestwick," she smiled.
"Well," Charles began, "Not so much of a conversation. I throttled that little man over the phone. Told him if he didn't repair my reputation and admit the truth, I knew a couple of people at Harvard Medical School who would be happy to tell the editors some of Dr. Bestwick's escapades."
"Sounds like you've got him where you want him," Margaret grinned. Charles did, also.
Hawkeye and BJ walked over.
"If this is a smiling contest, I'll enter," Hawkeye said.
"Pierce," said Charles, "I want to thank you, Hunnicut and Margaret. Dr. Bestwick is not likely to try this kind of stunt again. That's if they let him in the door."
"I gather you had a conversation with the man," BJ noted.
"Indeed. Very one sided and very effective, but not the only call I made," Charles replied.
"Well, who else did you call?" Hawkeye demanded.
"I had a very nice chat with the magazine's publisher, a friend of my father. Dr. Bennett believes that Dr. Bestwick should have no further contact. He's told his security man such. Should Dr. Bestwick show up, he will be escorted off the premises. Apparently, the security man is an ex boxer – Joe Haggerty. Mr. Haggerty will make a very strong impression on our Dr. Bestwick."
"Fist Flyin' Joe Haggerty?" asked Hawkeye.
"I do believe that was one of his nicknames," Charles answered.
"Only one of the best middleweights just before World War II. Would have been a champ for sure," Hawkeye smiled.
"I thought that name was familiar. Saw him box in 1939," BJ added.
"Well, we could go to the mess tent…" Margaret began.
"Thus ending a good start to the day," Charles replied.
"I hear the lunch special is the same lunch special that we've had for 3 straight days," BJ smiled.
"Consistent in Rottenness," Hawkeye followed, "Instead, why not go to the OC to celebrate Charles' victory?"
Margaret, BJ and Charles agreed.
"Klinger told me they got a new supply of stale pretzels," Hawkeye spoke as they walked.
"What was wrong with the current supply of stale pretzels? Pretzels are Pretzels," Margaret answered.
"Well," Hawkeye replied, "Once we've had enough to drink, those pretzels will taste pretty good."
"Ah," BJ said, "Nothing like a picnic lunch."