Disclaimer: I don't own MASH. If I did, it would've been even slashier than it already was, if that's humanly possible.
Challenge: Response to Lisa's ABC challenge: Write a fic for every letter of the alphabet.
A/N: H, hate. Klinger's POV. I've decided to take this fic in a new direction, and while Beej and Hawk will be the main focus, and most of the chapters will be from their POVs, I think Margaret, Father Mulcahy, Klinger and Charles will have their own little storylines. Potter, unfortunately, doesn't quite fit in. I suppose I'll give him a chapter or two, but he won't have much of a storyline. Another short one…212 words.
Hate
I've done a lot of thinking since I've been over here, and I've finally figured it out. This might be the obvious conclusion, but everything major happens because of hate. War comes from hate, Laverne leaving me came from hate, even my section 8 that never happened didn't happen because of hate.
Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. A little. Laverne never hated me. I kinda hated her, and her sausage-man, but hate wasn't the main reason. And I guess the section 8 never happened 'cause Henry would have got in trouble if he gave it to me, and so would Colonel Potter. But--
But those last two things did happen 'cause of war! And war happened 'cause of hate, so they did happen because of hate! So maybe I'm right after all…nah. It's better to say that everything major happens because of war. I might be being obvious again, but war is the worst thing ever. War is why all these young kids are dying, and why I have to carry them back and forth, hoping they'll be saved. War is why all these doctors are here, trying to deal with stuff they wouldn't see in a Stateside hospital.
War--and this is obvious again--is the cause of all problems.
I hate war.