The tune echoed throughout the camp, the bunks and even in the OR (sung quietly of course). It was catchy and reminded them of a rare moment of enjoyment
and camaraderie. If it weren't for a broken film projector and Klinger's quick thinking, they would have never have been able to do imitations of Father Mulchaey or
sing the song they loved so much; the one that refused to leave their heads; "Gee Ma, I want to go home." Instead of silence that day, there was laughter and
singing. The 4077 wasn't a bad place sometimes.