Against the advice of Colonel Potter, Hawkeye and BJ, I got a tattoo. And before you say anything, I'm darn well old enough to do what I please! Hawkeye and BJ
tried to trick me into thinking that one of the soldiers had gotten hepatitis from the needle, but I showed them. I had the guy draw it on with ink. If I hadn't
opened my big mouth, Colonel Potter wouldn't have made me drop my pants and show them the teddy bear on my behind. It's gone now anyway. It came off when
I took a bath.