Confesstion Time

Sherman was sitting at his office desk, not really doing anything. Just sitting there, 'Today seams like a slow day' he thought to himself.

Margaret busted through the door, with Klinger following her, mainly sprinting still.

"I demand to know what is going on about this, Colonel." Margaret insisted, upset, because, even though Frank was married, and they were having a affair, she still cared for him. Yes, sometimes they did fight, Margaret remembered every time they fought.

"Good grief, Major. What are you talking about today?" Sherman replied, half scared because she busted in on him pretty well almost asleep.

"Where's Frank? What happened to him?" She was not caring that she was only in a robe, even thought the morning air was a bit chilly out for just a robe.

Hawkeye walked through the doors, right when the Colonel opened his mouth, and was about to say something to answer Margaret's question.

"Why isn't Frank in Post-op? I mean, I am happy he isn't there, he's saving lives finally, But, I would rather be in bed right now." Hawkeye said, getting a bit aggravated, because, he had been up pretty late last night. B.J, Spearchuckles, and him had played poker tell about 3 am, and was not wanting to be up to see Frank not at his post.

"What are you both talking about?" Sherman replied, getting kind of angry. Had both his head nurse and head doctor lost their mind?

Klinger stepped up, in front of Margaret, speaking for the first time since entering the room.

"Sir, I looked all over camp for him." Klinger added before Hawkeye could say anything.

Both Hawkeye and Margaret look at him, but it was Sherman that talked.

"What were you looking for him, son?" Sherman said looking at both Hawkeye's and Margaret's confused faces.

"Well, Sir. I have a package for him, but it needs his signature. So, I was going to give it to him… But couldn't find him anywhere." Klinger said, explaining why he was looking for Frank Burns. Of all people Klinger could look for, Frank would never be at the top of his list, unless it had something to do with his work.

Radar walked in the office, not even noticing, or maybe not caring about all the people in the room at the moment. "Uhhh, Sir. I already called Colonel Flagg here."

Sherman looked up at him. "Thank you son… If only it didn't have to be Flagg thought."

Father was sitting in his tent, getting ready for the new day, and anyone that may come, looking for gods guidance, or if someone had a confection. Father sometimes thought that people here just needed to stop doing bad things, and give his ears a rest, but, he never thought that would happen. So, he never tried to think that it would.

Father sat down, reading the bible. Maybe someone would come later.

None less then two pages of the bible, someone knocked on his door. He got off his bed slowly, and grabbed his cross, and opened the door. Only to see a soldier that he had never seen before, and he looked really grungy; torn clothing, blood on his clothing, and hair all messed up.

Father looked back at his face, not wanting to be impolite. "Hello my son…" Father said, a little shyly. Not knowing the person made him nervous.

"May I come in, Father?" The soldier said, he had a deep voice, but it sounded that there was something behind that voice, as though he needed guidance, or maybe a physiatrist.

Father nodded, moving away from the door, so the soldier could get in.

Father went to sit on his bed, and the soldier sat on the chair that Father always had folded up in the corner.

When Father was ready, he looked back at the soldier. "What's your name…?" Father looked on his shoulders tiring to see if he could see bars or a leaf or something. He saw nothing.

"I can't tell you, it well only get you in to trouble…" Was all the man replied.

Father was confused; he usually knew the name of the people he was talking too. "Son, I won't tell anyone. No one well know I know you."

"I can't tell you, I just can't." He said again.

Father nodded, "Okay my son. What's the matter?"

The man started to whisper. "I am here to say, I did something really bad. Really, really bad."

Father nodded; but didn't say anything. He was used to people saying that to him. He waited for the man to continue.

The man continued. "I killed someone…"

Father could only think that he meant a enemy. "An enemy, Right?"

The man shook his head, looking as though he might cry.