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Dreaming Reality

Father Mulcahy knocked quietly on the door to the swamp before opening it slowly. His eyes immediately fell on B.J, who was led on his cot; staring straight ahead still clutching the photo of his wife and daughter to his chest.

"B.J, Colonel Potter has told me what happened." He said softly, moving closer to the Captain. "I'm so sorry."

B.J swung his legs over the edge of the cot, so he was sitting up. When he dropped the photo down beside him his eyes lingered on it for a few seconds before he turned his attention to the Priest.

"I wanted to...I thought I should pray." B.J brushed away a few tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. "For Peg... I wanted to pray for Peg but I don't know how."

Mulcahy put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Why don't we pray together."

B.J nodded slightly and moved off the cot, dropping to his knees on the floor. Father Mulcahy looked at him sadly. When he first heard the dreadful news, he had been surprised to be told that the only thing that B.J had asked for, was him. He knew that B.J was religious and when he had first arrived in Korea, the young Captain had attended a few of his Sunday services but as the war went on, the less he talked about his faith.

He lowered himself to his knees beside B.J, stealing another glance at him before starting the pray.

B.J stayed silent, his head bowed and eyes screwed shut. He did feel a little torn. He had wanted to ask God to look after and care for his wife but then another part of him was angry with him for taking her. He watched death happened everyday and he had always believed that it was all part of God's plan but he could not understand why he had to take Peg.

When he heard Mulcahy say 'amen', he tried repeating the word but his lips moved silently.

Father Mulcahy stayed knelled and waited patiently for B.J to say or do something.

"I'm sorry, Father..." He mumbled, quietly.

"Whatever for?" Mulcahy asked in surprise.

"I don't know what to do..." he replied. "I don't know how I should feel...I want to believe that Peg is in a better place but I just can't...How could anywhere be better then our home with our little girl?"

"B.J, I wish I can tell you why this has happened but I don't have the answers." Mulcahy told him. "You just have to have faith that everything will be okay."

"I just... I just cannot see how anything will be okay, again." B.J claimed. "I don't know if I can do this."

"You can," Mulcahy assured him. "You're stronger then you think you are."

B.J stared down at his hands and his gold wedding ring. He remembered when they had first gotten married and how uncomfortable, he found to wear a ring but after a few months, he got so used to it that he felt like a piece of him was missing when he had to take it off.

"You have to hold onto the good times," Father Mulcahy continued. "Remember them and they will you get through the bad ones."

B.J pushed himself off the floor and sat on the cot again. "She was here..."

"I'm sorry?"

"Last night I had dreamt she was here...well, I thought it was a dream, now I'm not so sure..." B.J ran a hand over his tired eyes. "She was here and we just held each other and looked at each other...She was right here on this cot and then in the Mess and then Colonel Potter's office... but now she's gone...she's completely gone...She's left me."

"B.J, she is always going to be with you." He tried to assure the Captain. "She is always going to be apart of your heart, and your daughter is going to a permanent reminder of the love you shared."

B.J's eyes were back on the photo. He wondered what his daughter was thinking right now. Was she wondering where she Mommy was? Was she scared? She was too young to understand death. Would she ever be able to understand why the one person that had been with her from day one was taken away from her.

"B.J, I know there is probably nothing I can say that will comfort you right now but just know, there is a lot of people in your life, that care about you." Father Mulcahy said warmly. "You have your family and friends back home but there are always a lot of people in this camp, who cannot help but feel the pain you are going through now."

B.J looked up at him, eyes filled with tears but this time he didn't try to stop them falling. Father Mulcahy reached out and put his arm around his shoulders.

"Speaking of the others...I believe Colonel Potter, Hawkeye and Margaret are having coffee in the Mess...Do you feel up to joining them?"

B.J shook his head. "No...I can't..."

"That's fine, we can stay here." Mulcahy smiled slightly.

"Actually, Father, I'm feeling a little tired." He told him. "I may just try to get some sleep."

"Oh... okay, well I'll be going then." The Priest stood up. "Are you sure, you will be okay on your own?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine..." He assured him. "Thank you, Father...I appreciate you coming and talking to me."

"Any time, my Son...Any time."

B.J waited until he was alone before laying back down; this time, he placed the photo on the pillow beside his head and then closed his eyes. He hoped that Peg would come back to him...Even if it was just in his dreams.

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