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Klinger watched nervously as Colonel Potter argued on the phone with one of the big-wigs in charge of the choppers. "Yes I know that there's a large battle going on...of course I know our soldiers are first priority...yes, of course the choppers are the fastest mode of transportation but sir―" the man swelled, getting in a lungful of air before shouting.
"This man is important too! Without him, your fast planes will be worth nothing because the boys will still die! Now get one of those stupid birds over here this instant or your men will suffer!"
Klinger inhaled sharply. He knew this was a bold move, probably a stupid one. If they couldn't get a chopper to come, BJ wouldn't last long. He hoped the Colonel knew what he was doing.
"Thank you sir, I'm glad you see it my way...I know, I can hold this guy off until the cloud clears, just knowing one of those pilots are on their way helps a lot." He hung up the phone with a weary smile, looking around at Klinger.
"Everything turn out alright then, sir?" Klinger asked, trying to sound as though they were talking about a shipment of salami and not a life-or-death situation.
"Son, that there was the best news I've had so far." Colonel Potter sat down heavily in his chair and stared blankly at the picture of his wife that sat there. Second ticked by, then, "How's Pierce doing?"
The thought of Hawkeye made Klinger shift uncomfortably. He'd seen him less then five minutes ago and though Father Mulcahy and Margaret were with him, Klinger wasn't sure that the captain was all there. "As well as could be expected given the...circumstances."
As soon as he said that Klinger wanted to laugh. Circumstances was a good word for this. What he really wanted to say was as good as could be expected seeing as his best friend was just shot my a mad man and is probably going to die before a chopper could get here but he didn't think that would be very tactful.
Colonel Potter seemed to sense what Klinger had refrained from saying. "I think so too, son, but we got to be strong. It's going to be a hell of a night, and the party's just getting started."
BJ watched Rice pace back and forth, carrying his gun in his right hand. He opened his mouth twice before he finally got the words out. "Where you from?"
He hoped Rice would continue, for BJ's sake as much as the boys'. It was difficult for him to keep awake, and he knew it was because of loss of blood. A conversation would keep him awake. For now.
Rice looked at him through sightless eyes. "I don't know what you're aiming at, but I'd shut up if I were you."
He smiled, though it looked more like a grimace. "The party's just getting started."
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