Well, I am on the place. It doesn´t look as horribly as I have thought it will. But in fact it is not a pink garden too. The jeep stopped and it´s driver switched off the motor.
„This is our last stop. Three miles of this place is the war front."
„What´s the number of this MASH?" I asked him.
„4077."
„Thank you." I grabbed my suitcase and stepped out of the car. „Thanks," I said again.
„You´re welcome."
So I am here. What will be now?
The Sun is shining on my pale skin. I feel the cold air on my cheeks. My legs and arms are shaking, I am so nervous.
Khaki green tents are all around. The colour khaki became the colour of my life some years ago. I see the tent for nurses, the shower tent, the latrine, a tent marked with a chalk inscription SWAMP and a building „post-operation care"… I see a handsome black-haired man, he has not an uniform but a red robe and a straw hat, and he is walking to me. He smiles.
„I think I´ve never met you here before," he said. ,,I remember nice faces. B. F. Pierce, the chief-chirurg. You have to be the new nurse from…Finland?"
,,No, Sweden. Anita Köberg, but I prefer Ani."
„So – Ani – I am Benjamin Franklin Pierce, but everybody calls me Hawkeye, I just don´t know why."
,,Nice to meet you, Hawkeye." I found out I smile too. If some people could be happy in the moment, when they arrived to the middle of the war, I am one of them. Hawkeye is still smiling. He seems to be a great person. If everybody here are as nice and friendly as he is, I don´t have to be afraid of anything. It cannot be so bad with nice people around. I heard that in war are people much more sensitive, and that relationships and friendships what begun in the war lasts until death „Maybe you should go report to our commanding chief. I will accompany you there, if you want." he told me. I nodded. We walk through the muddy ground and I think that after all in the world cannot be so much despair, as everybody says.