Disclaimer: Ooops forgot to put this on the first chapter. I do not own Harry Potter or the characters. Nor do I own MASH, that hit series that is still in reruns todays.

This fiction is dedicated to the brave soldiers who gave their lives both the Korean War and the Vietnam War and to the heroes who risk their lives today in Iraq.

Chapter 1

"All surgical units please report to triage, on the double!" came the order of the PA system.

On cue several men and women wearing olive drab clothing came rushing out of their makeshift homes, where they had been living for two years now (if I get my timing right). They ran towards the ambulances where corpsmen were already getting the wounded on their litters off the bus.

One doctor, an elderly colonel by the name of Sherman Potter knelt by a young man who first caught his eye. "Corpsman!" He shouted, bringing over another man. "Multiple lacerations, belly wound, I'll take him first."

Luckily this man was the worst of the cases, for which Potter thanked his lucky stars.

Things in the OR ran as smoothly as a gravel road. Four surgeons, a multitude of nurses, and just as many corpsmen to make sure each and every wounded man survived this session, just to be sent back to the front for more.

"Like I said before, we're in weapons repair," insisted a tall, black-haired surgeon. "Look at this, this kid can't be more than eighteen."

"Hey, I didn't ask for a retractor!" griped another man.

The nurse protested. "But you did sir!"

"Screw up again Frank?" the dark-haired man ask his colleague.

"Oh nerts to you!" Frank retorted lamely. "Well, I'm finished here, close for me." Frank ordered his nurse. He walked past the tables and stopped at Potter's. "What's that kid doing here?"

"Bleeding, Burns," Colonel Potter replied.

Hawkeye looked up briefly from his patient. "Yeah, Frank, you remember bleeding?"

"Yeah, it came after billing?" quipped BJ Hunnicut, another doctor with short sandy hair and a cheesy mustache.

Frank persisted. "I mean, he's not one of ours!"

"What difference does that make? This kid is bleeding severely from multiple wounds here. Without surgery, he'll die, any more dumb questions?" Potter asked, tension thick as butter pouring from each syllable.

His nurse, the head nurse, Major Houlihan looked closer at the boy. "He can't possibly be eighteen."

Potter shook his head. "I don't think so either, and he doesn't have any dog tags."

"Maybe AWOL," BJ suggested.

"But if he's not eighteen, what was he doing in Korea in the first place?" Hawkeye demanded in his war-hating, life-preserving manner. "They lower the age limit on us?"

"I don't know, but I do know, when this kid is in post-op and conscious, I'm gonna find out.," Potter stated matter-of-factly.

AN: Okay, I know, short chapter, but now we've met most of the MASH characters. Maybe I'll have Radar on R&R for a week during the first few chapters.

OH. Here's a bit of trivia for you. Keep track of the questions, one for each chapter, and when I finally finish this story, send me your answers. We'll see who knows the most about the MASH 4077. WAIT til the last chapter to send all your answers

Question 1: What was the name of the Korean Houseboy in the first season?