Note: So It's taken me a while to update this, so I do apologise. My innitial direction with this has changed slightly but we will see how it goes. It's also alot shorter then the last one. Thank you all for the kind reviews.
Angel leant backwards on the rickety wooden chair outside The Swamp and gently placed her feet on top of a chest, her toes covering faded black lettering the spelt out the words, Maj. F. Burns. Beside her was BJ, his feet sturdy to the ground, leaning back on the faded striped folding chair, and repairing a pair of socks that reeked of sweat. I wish these boys would wash once in a while she thought to herself. They heard a flap of fabric and the clang of wood as Hawkeye emerged, juggling three full martini glasses and a jug. Angel chuckled to herself as he nearly tripped over a stray rock. He corrected himself, with a swish of his black hair and sat down next to Angel, BJ and Angel applauding his lack of balance and skill. As he passed the drinks down the line, he pulled a face. Angel took a sip of the gin, and her face wrinkled like a lemon. Those boys introduced her to drinking, and she still wasn't sure that she was going to get used to it. The day after she was invited to stay at the 4077th MASH they practically inducted her over at Rosie's bar, a small establishment, just across the road run by a local women, then brought her back to The Swamp to abuse their kidneys with what she hoped wasn't poison.
They sat there, in their relaxed positions, and watched the day pass by. People hurried passed, jeeps drove on their way and occasionally a dog would run passed being chased by the ever faithful Radar. There had been a temporary truce and the members of the 4077th where treasuring the first quiet stretch of war they had, had in a long time. For once post op was empty with the exception of a couple of minor cases. It was a nice change from the usual hustle and bustle she had gotten used to from the few months she had been there. But she had got her down time. Her first few weeks as an official member where far from easy, she was thrown right into the deep end, but she handled it with as much ease as she possibly could. She'd fitted in perfectly, and everyone accepted her right away, even Frank Burns, much to her surprise.
Angel started to take another sip of her gin, but as she did, a football came flying in her direction and landed right in the centre of her chest, the drink flying straight into her face and all down her shirt. Hawkeye and BJ couldn't hold back their laughter, their howls filling the camp making people in the close vicinity stop and stare. Angel looked up and spat, a disgruntled but amused look on her face.
"Hey Angie! Throw it back would you?" A far of man called. They had all taken to calling her Angie, and she quite honestly preferred it. Angel was too formal for her liking, but it had pleased her father.
She placed the glass down and leant over to pick up the ball. She stood and prepared to launch.
"Incoming!" She shouted, and threw the ball to the far off man, and as it flew through the air, it narrowly missed several people on its course. The man jumped to catch but missed as the ball cleared his head completely. He turned just in time to see the ball squarely hit Frank Burns in the back of the head. At this point, everyone stopped to watch the commotion. Frank jumped and turned around, glaring at each and every person, finally settling on Angie, who was standing in-between two hysterical surgeons, with her arms crossed. Frank went to kick the ball on the ground but missed and stubbed his toe on the ground, only then to storm away in a huff. Angie held her glass up to the sky as if to toast, and gave a cheeky grin, then sat back down and began to laugh with the boys.
At that moment a Jeep came into the compound and screeched to a halt. Two MP's stepped out and walked towards the three, one holding an envelope.
"We're look for a Miss Angel Stone. We were told we could find her here?" One of the men asked the three.
They all stopped to look at each other, and for a moment Angie thought her time was up, and it was time for her to go home, wherever that was. She just stared blankly and shrugged at BJ and Hawkeye, who just sort of glared. She took a breath and stood up.
"This is she." She said with a nervous tone.
"We were told to deliver this to you." One of the MP's handed her the envelope.
She took the envelope and looked down at the curved ink lettering, she recognised it instantly.
"That is all." The MP's turned to walk away.
"Wait!" Angie called out, but it was too late, the two men where back in the jeep and had driven away. Leaving Angie in the dust to stare down at the letter, a tear rolled from her eye and landed on the soft, browned envelope. Behind her, BJ and Hawkeye up to her side, both glanced at each other and stood next to her. Hawkeye saw that she was distressed and put his hand on her shoulder.
"What is it Angie?" He asked tentatively.
"Nothing" she paused "just a letter." Putting the letter in her pocket and sat back down to watch the day roll by.