Charles was not happy at all when BJ and Hawkeye confessed to writing the telegram from Massachusetts that named Charles as the Chief of Theoretic Surgery. Throwing beer on those two idiots was the best kind of satisfaction, but it still hurt. No one could possibly understand his disappointment and frustration. Here he was, a brilliant Boston surgeon, stranded at the 4077 and his dream job had suddenly turned into a nightmare. He wanted out of the war and Korea so badly he could hardly stand it. Each day with this group of idiots was worse than the first.