Disclaimer: I do not own MASH (despite my wishful thinking).
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The stars of Korea keep me company, the beautiful stars that gaze passively down at the earth. They care nothing of the fragile lives that are disrupted by the war. In a way this comforts me, it reminds me of home because these are the same stars that watch my house, as well as Korea…
As I stroll outside for a moment of brief respite from my infantile tent-mates, I catch a glimpse of the stars that have always beckoned to me. Ah yes. The stars, that seem to possess a music all of their own. And the music…Oh how it seems to call to me.
Music is my shelter; it has protected me from the savageness of Korea. It is to music that I have always turned when the nights are too dark. The faithful companions of Mozart, of Brahms, of Beethoven, have kept me sane. They have provided a sanctuary of peace, a place away from the blood and pain and cries that seem to permeate my soul.
To my horror, however, I find that the walls of my sanctuary seem to be crumbling. A small crack at first, something barely to be seen. That same crack now seems to form an entire door and through this door the war enters. The pain, the suffering, they all seem to rend my soul. The music that had once sheltered me against this madness now invites it in.
How can men be so brutal!?! How can a world that gave birth to such geniuses as Mozart and Einstein also possess such horridness? And the blood, my God the blood! It falls from these soldiers, these boys, like small rivers and all of my skills aren't enough to staunch the flow. I cannot seem to save them! I, with all my learned skill, cannot save them!
I look up in despair, grieving my inadequacy, and am caught anew at the stars, the silent musical stars that I now know mock me.